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jessybarnes · 2 years

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Baby Steps

Title: Baby Steps

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan

Rating: General

Word Count: 901

Tags: Angst, fluff, coming out, Chris is anxious, Sebastian is the sweetest, Sebastian also speaks Romanian to Chris in this.

Written For: @comfortember

Day 11: Holding Hands

Beta(s): Just Grammarly

A/N: I am not Romanian, nor do I speak the language. I used Google Translate, which I don't trust 100%. If you speak Romanian and any of my translations are incorrect, please let me know what it should be and I will change it. :)

Translations: şi eu te iubesc, dragostea mea = I love you too, my love. and Iubitul meu = My beloved.

Chris sighs as he sits on the end of the bed in his hotel room. He's never been this nervous before in his life. Okay, maybe he's exaggerating a little bit, but this is big.

He and Sebastian have been dating each other for the better part of a year, and they've managed to keep it secret from the public eye. How he isn't sure, but that’s beside the point.

They've agreed that now is the time to make it official with the fans and the press. Both of their managers have also told them that this will be good for publicity.

So, that brings him here, in a hotel in San Diego, California, only an hour away from coming out to the biggest comic-con crowd in the United States.

A soft knock on the door brings him back to reality, and he stands up to answer it. He knows it's Seb. No one else other than the hotel staff knows he's here and he didn't order room service.

Chris opens the door and is met with a sleepy-looking Sebastian. He's just wearing black jeans and a dark grey sweater, but it still takes his breath away.

"Wow...you look..."

His boyfriend steps past him into the room so he can shut the door. "Tired? I know...I barely slept."

"I was going to say beautiful, sweetheart, but if it makes you feel any better, I'm equally exhausted. I can't sleep without you next to me."

Sebastian blushes at the compliment and smiles brightly, "you're such a sap, Evans." His hands settle on the blonde's waist and he presses a slow and sweet kiss on his lips, "but I love that about you. You're so good to me, baby."

Chris cradles his face and kisses him back fervently. "I'll always be good to you, honey. I love you, Sebastian."

They bump foreheads gently and Seb looks deeply into his eyes, "şi eu te iubesc, dragostea mea."

Chris's thumb brushes his cheek softly. There's very little he loves more than when Sebastian speaks to him in his mother tongue. It makes him weak in the knees every single time.

"Can we just stay here instead? Maybe we can order food and binge-watch that show you like?"

"I'd love to, but we should really make an appearance at the convention first. I don't know about you, but I don't particularly want to be the cause of a bunch of rioting fans because Cap and Bucky didn't show up." He winks and Chris sighs.

"You're right. I just... what if it doesn't go well? I-I mean...I know Scott's been out for years, but as far as the fans know, I'm only rooting for one team. I don't care what they think about me, but I certainly don't want you receiving hate because of this."

"Iubitul meu, I promise everything will be alright, okay? We can do this, and I'll be right there with you."

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Forty-five minutes later they're standing backstage listening to the crowd chatter among themselves excitedly. Sebastian pulls Chris into his arms and splays his hands across his back.

"Just remember to breathe, baby. I promise everything will be alright."

The host announces their names and Seb walks out first with Chris right behind him. They put on big smiles and wave at the screaming fans before taking a seat in the chairs provided for them.

Chris bounces his leg up and down anxiously and Sebastian has to force himself not to reach out and place his hand on his knee.

The host brings the microphone to her lips and looks at them with a smile, "Chris! Sebastian! You two look amazing this evening! How are you guys?"

Seb knows his love is nervous so he takes initiative and answers for both of them.

"We're doing fine! Thank you for having us here tonight."

She nods and gestures to the crowd, "Now, I know some of these lovely fans have questions, but I understand that the two of you have an announcement to make first?"

Sebastian glances at Chris for a moment before looking out at the eager crowd. "We do. Chris, did you want to do the honors?"

The blonde feels his pulse quicken as he stands. He steps toward the edge of the stage and swallows thickly just as Sebastian moves to stand next to him.

"H-Hey everyone...uhh, I hope you all are doing well."

He takes a deep breath and scans the sea of people who have now gone so silent you could hear a pin drop.

"This is...a pretty big announcement for me and Sebastian, and it's...well, it's something we wanted you all to hear from us directly."

He sighs and decides to just go for it. There's no use beating around the bush any longer.

"As many of you know, Sebastian is a great friend of mine. We uh... met on the set of Captain America: The First Avenger and have been friends ever since. Something that you guys don't know is..."

Chris stops and turns to peek at his sweetheart. He's looking at him like he'd hung the moon, and his heart skips a beat when Sebastian reaches for his hand and intertwines their fingers.

It gives him the courage to continue, his nerves disappearing as soon as he feels his boyfriend's gentle touch.

Chris turns back to the now-shocked crowd and smiles warmly.

"...Sebastian and I...we're...together..."

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ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes · 6 years

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Get to Know You Better Part 27

Summary: Gabrielle has a nine-year-old son who is a huge Captain America fan. He notices one of the actors on the subway and loudly points it out to her. That’s when Gabrielle realizes that actor was the man she had a one-night-stand with the week before.

Chapter Summary: Sebastian and Gabrielle finally get married and the Stan family attends Pride

Warnings: Mention of homophobia/bullying

//I wish it was pride

Life moved on at such a fast pace. I thought for sure it would just be James and me against the world. And then he would go out to conquer the world on his own so I’d be alone. I was partly content with that. The only downside was never having a father for James. Now I felt like he was set up for success I wouldn’t have to worry about being alone.

I thought about this as I paced around in a small circle.

“Mom, you can relax.” James was now fourteen and looked so grown up in a tuxedo. He was starting to look more and more like my father every day.

“I’m not nervous, I’m…” I bit my lip and turned back to face him. “I’m excited it’s just a big step.” I touched his face.

“We’ve been a family for a long time though, it’s just a piece of paper, right?”

“And a big ceremony with all of Sebastian’s friends and family.” I sighed. It was hard to get my future husband to cut down on the guest list. I had a small family and a tight-knit group of friends. I didn’t feel the need to invite everyone I had ever come in contact with like Sebastian. But it was hard to say no to him.

“It’s not about them though, it’s about you two.” My son shrugged. “Right?”

I nodded. “And you and your sister.” I kissed his forehead. “I love you.”

“Love you too, mom.”

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It wasn’t a difficult choice to have James walk me down the aisle. He was the number one man in my life; even Sebastian was second to him. My children came first no matter what. He wasn’t giving me away; he was walking by my side as I made this next step in our lives.

Stela was clinging to Sebastian on the altar. She looked unfairly adorable in her baby blue dress and matching flowers woven into her dark hair. She was looking more and more like Sebastian every day. Her eyes were a beautiful cobalt blue and they always had a mischievous glint to them. She started bouncing on her tiptoes when she saw me.

My eyes trailed over to Sebastian who was close to tears. He had a healthy glow to his face and looked just as happy as when he first held Stela. He seemed just as impatient as she was for me to reach them.

Our ceremony was anything but traditional but so was our relationship. Towards the end, before we said our vows, Sebastian pulled out two bracelets from the inside of his jacket. He knelt down to come face to face with Stela.

“Stela, my beautiful little girl, this is a promise from mom and dad that no matter what, we’re here for you.” He fixed the gold charm bracelet around her small wrist. “We love you very much.” He kissed her cheek.

Stela giggled and waved her hand to make the charms jingle. Then she rushed over to me and I picked her up.

“Isn’t that pretty?” I murmured and held her close.

Sebastian stood back up and faced my son. “James, I remember meeting you as the shy little nine-year-old who loved superheroes. I can’t tell you how proud I am whenever I see you grow and succeed. Your mom and I love you so much and we can’t wait to see all the accomplishments you make, however small they may be.” He helped James slip the braided cord bracelet onto his wrist.

The teenager swallowed back tears and hugged Sebastian tightly.

We were a family and nothing would change that.

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As spring turned into summer, James approached Sebastian and me about something.

“Gabriel was talking about going to Pride this year.” He revealed cautiously. He hadn’t gone too much into detail about his budding sexuality. He tiptoed around the topic even though he knew we were supportive. I wasn’t sure if he was still embarrassed or he simply didn’t want to talk about his love life to his parents.

“The parade?” I asked glancing over at Sebastian with a small smile. “You two were going to go together?”

“Not together…” James’s face turned pink. “I mean, yeah we’ll go but we’re not like together-together.”

“Okay, okay.” I held up my hands. “Sebastian and I will go with you.”

“What? You don’t have to go with me.” He gave me a look.

“James, you’re too young to go by yourselves. I promise mom and I will keep our distance, we just want to make sure you stay safe.”

Our son rolled his eyes but relented. “Fine.”

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Stela was enthralled by the energetic event. She was especially excited about all the free things she was getting. Just an hour in and she was covered in stickers, beads, streamers, and glitter. She couldn’t get enough of it.

Sebastian and I were just as excited to meet James’s crush. Gabriel was just a hair taller than our son, with black hair and hazel eyes. He was nothing but smiles as he and James walked through the crowds together.

We trailed behind him inconspicuously but of course, we were watching them for any signs that they were dating. Sebastian carried Stela on his shoulders as she took in all the sights. I lost sight of the two for a moment, and when they came back into view, I saw they were holding hands.

“Sebs!” I squealed just over the noise of the crowd.

He grinned when he saw them. “Called it.”

“They probably feel safe here.” I pointed out. “I wish it was like that for them at school.” More of James’s friends were starting to notice he was spending a lot of time with Gabriel. The breaking point was when they went to a movie alone. James felt pushed away from the friend group but he mentioned he was starting to make new friends who didn’t seem to care. Several were on the football team and I urged him to try out now that he was in high school.

We found a spot on the curb to watch the parade. James sat down between Gabriel and me. They had stopped holding hands but were touching shoulders.

“Wait, I forgot something.” Gabriel reached into his backpack and pulled out some body paint. He carefully started to draw lines on James’s cheeks. “There you go.”

James laughed and blushed. “Here let me do yours.” He picked out different colors and drew the same lines on his face.

I felt a little out of touch because I wasn’t sure what the colors meant. I knew the rainbow flag but I’d been seeing a bunch of different color flags.

“Alright, uncool mom, but can I know what the colors mean?” I wondered.

James looked embarrassed beyond belief but Gabriel was a little more forgiving. “Blue, pink, and purple are the bi flag colors. Pink, yellow, and blue are the pansexual colors.”

I was proud of myself to know what both meant. “I’m so proud of you two. Don’t let those stupid boys in your class change who you are.”

James finally smiled at me. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Stan,” Gabriel said and gave him a shy look.

“Beads!” Stela shrieked as more people handed her a bundle of beads.

“Alright, sweetheart, you’re going to drown in beads if you keep getting more.”

“More beads!” She demanded and tugged on Sebastian’s hair.

“One more.” He tried to compromise and winced.

“Two more!”

“You’re not going to win this.” I reminded him and kissed his cheek. “But good try.”

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 4 years

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My boy

Sebastian Stan x Singlemother!reader

Summary: He wasn't there for his first steps but he ain't missed a ball game yet and that ain't ever gonna change he could never walk away yeah, he's his son and that's his choice he ain't his blood but he's his boy

Warnings: fluff. Mentions a father leaving but it's brief. Emotional go get some dang tissues.

Song: My Boy by Elvie Shane

Ps. You son will have a random last name just because he would take the dad's name and you'll see why when you start reading.

He ain't got my smile, that don't bother me a bit He's got somebody else's eyes I'm seeing myself in

You sat on a park bench watching your two boys play, one being your son, Cooper, and the other being your boyfriend, Sebastian Stan. This warmed your heart, Cooper's dad left before Cooper was 2 he never had a father figure. Well before you started dating Sebastian a year ago, they only met two months ago and they were already so close.

"Mommy! Sebby said we could go out for ice cream now!" Your son came running up to you, Sebastian right behind him.

"Can we please?" Sebastian asked. You chuckled nodding.

I'm holding on to every moment, God knows I've missed a few the day we met I knew I had some catching up to do

The scariest thing you ever did was tell Sebastian about cooper, but he was supportive wanting to meet him as soon as you'd let him. So after ten months of dating you stood holding your son on your lap waiting for Sebastian to get to the restaurant.

"Hi sorry I'm late traffic." He said sitting down smiling. "Is this the little guy? He's so cute." He was quick to start talking to your son. "I'm Sebastian."

"I cooper!" Cooper said happily.

"I like your shirt buddy."

He ain't my blood, ain't got my name but if he did, I'd feel the same

You were busy at work so you sent Sebastian to pick up Cooper from school which was where he was now.

"Excuse me? I'm here to pick up Cooper Collins." He said to the front desk worker, you told him he'd have to go inside to pick him up because it is the first time he's picked him up and they'd need to do some approving stuff.

"You name."

"Sebastian Stan."

"What grade is he in?"

"First grade."

"How do you know the child?"

"I'm his... Dad?" He stated but came out as a question, he doesn't know if you'd like him saying that but none the less he did.

"It says here your not on the list to pick him up. Nor does he have the same last name as you. Is he your real child?"

"Well, I'm his stepdad." He answered.

"Oh not your real child. Hang on i need to call his mom to make sure your allowed to pick him up go sit down there." Sebastian swallowed thickly going to sit down not liking, how no one saw him as the boy's father but the guy who left the boy was considered his father still.

I wasn't there for his first steps but I ain't missed a ball game yet and that ain't ever gonna change I could never walk away yeah, he's my son and that's my choice he ain't my blood but he's my, he's my boy

Last game of the season the playoffs. Cooper plays football and has since he was old enough, now at 17, you and Sebastian have been his biggest supporters never missing a single game.

Cheers erupted the stadium as Cooper made it across the goal line getting the winning touch down but one cheer you knew he'd never taken for granted was louder then the rest.

"Yeah!!! That's my boy! Good job son!" Sebastian exclaimed, your younger son and daughter that you had with Sebastian copying their father.

"Good job Coop!" The young voices exclaimed. Cooper looked at the stadium straight at Sebastian smiling.

It hit me like a train, the first time he called me dad in a three stick figure crayon picture with all of us holding hands his mama said, "I understand if it's too soon for this" I didn't let her finish, I took it to the kitchen and I stuck it on the fridge, yeah

Cooper was in Sebastian's office coloring while Sebastian read through scripts and stuff. Cooper was quick to grab his attention when he finished the drawing, which happened to be just when you walked in to check on them. You quickly noticed it.

A drawing, three stick figures one labeled dad, not sebby like so many of the other drawings he didn't had no it said Dad, Me, and Mom on it. Sebastian looked at it just as surprised as you.

"I understand if it's too soon for the" you began, but Sebastian was already leaving the room with Cooper on his hip. He went to the kitchen putting right on the front of the fridge for anyone to see.

He ain't my blood, ain't got my name but if he did, I'd feel the same I wasn't there for his first steps but I ain't missed a ball game yet and that ain't ever gonna change I could never walk away

"Coop we need to talk come here, Fuile." Sebastian said from the couch. (Son/sonny I used google translate so you can correct me if I'm wrong)

"Yes Daddy?" The 8 year old boy asked.

"I'm going to propose to your mommy... If your okay with that." He said hesitantly.

"Yeah! Yes! Da!" He said speaking a small bit of Romanian that Sebastian had taught him. (Yes)

"Okay now how do I ask her any ideas?"

He's Saturday morning cartoons

You walked into the living room looking for your husband and son as neither of them were in your bed or Cooper's bed. You saw, Sebastian sitting on the couch Cooper cuddled up into his side drinking a juice box, as Sebastian focused on the Tv.

He's "Hey, can I sleep in your room?"

"Daddy! Can I sleep in here?" Cooper said shaking Sebastian. "Thanos is in my closet!" Sebastian stirred awake regretting letting the 7 year old watch infinity war.

"Sure come on don't wake your mom up." He scooted over letting the boy scoot in.

He's bigger than the plans I had he's making me a better man

You stared at the man you loved as he said his vows, when he stopped he turned around waving Cooper to come over. Chris Evans who had been standing behind him in the line of grooms men, gave him a gentle push encouraging. The only people who knew what was about to happen was Sebastian, Anthony, and Chris. Sebastian didn't let you in on it.

"Come here coop." He said gently, leaving the guests and you confused. Your maid of honor looked at you confused but you shrugged. Cooper stood in front of you now facing Sebastian. Sebastian knelt down pulling a piece of paper from his pocket.

"Cooper." He took a deep breath, giving you a reassuring smile. "Five years ago when your mom told me she had a little 4-year-old little boy I knew my life would change." He said. "I didn't know the extent of it until I met you two months later." He took a deep breath looking at you to see you struggling not to cry. "I don't think I ever thought that would be how I became a dad. But I'm proud that it was. And I'm proud that I can say I'm your dad. Step or not." He finished, he had the guests in tears, you were in tears, all of the groom's men were in tears, but most importantly Cooper was crying. Sebastian wouldn't lie he was suppressing tears. He pulling Cooper into a hug giving you a smile. This was the best surprise you could've gotten. Your son was the most important thing to you, and to know Sebastian went through the time and effort to do this surprise it was more to you then anything.

After a moment Cooper was waved back over to Chris just as Sebastian, Chris, and Anthony planned and the wedding went on.

He ain't my blood, ain't got my name but if he did, I'd feel the same

Christmas morning, Cooper is ten years old, all the presents were opened except one, you had both of your youngest two, Jaden and Ana on your lap recording. Sebastian was watching as Cooper dug through the wrapping. Your parents sat behind you watching, as well as Sebastian's mom and step dad.

"An envelope?" Cooper looked up confused.

"Open it." You encouraged.

He opened it reading the papers till his eyes found the large words "ADOPTION PAPERS".

"Holy cow!" He exclaimed. "You want to adopt me! Yes yes yes a thousand times yes!" The boy said setting down he papers gently and bolting into his dad's arms knocking the man over.

"I'm glad." Sebastian chuckled hugging him back.

A/n: this didn't take as long as I thought it would to write.

#sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x you #Sebastian stan x single mother!reader #sebasstan

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graciegoeskrazy · 3 years

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Journey to the Past

Warnings: Mentions of absent mother, Angst, Fluff, Grammar mistakes as always, LET ME KNOW WHAT I MISSED

Parings: Sebastian Stan x Teen!Daughter!Reader

Word count: ~890

Reader age: I imagine 14 but I guess early teens/preteens

A/N: Hope you enjoy! Please reblog and/or like if you liked it! PLEASE DO NOT REPOST!

“30 to 28. Watch out, I'm right behind you.”

“Yeah, whatever”

You had just finished your homework, and your dad just came home from work, and you guys decided to unwind a little by playing some card games and catching up since it's been such a long week.

“You shuffle, and I'll get ice cream.”

“I can't shuffle well, remember?

“I know. That means it's easier because we both get a bunch of wild cards.”

You let out a fake dramatic gasp and gathered all the cards together and started shuffling to the best of your abilities. “How was school today?”

“Hm. It was fine I guess.”

“I'll take fine.”

You thought of how you should bring it up to him. “Uh- I have to do a project in bio. It's about genealogy and stuff, so I need your help with some parts.”

“Cool, I'd be happy to.”

“Can I ask you-”

“How many scoops, one or two?”

“Three.”

“Yes, ma’am”

He sat back down and handed you your bowl. “Dad, can I ask you something?” He took a bite of the ice cream and and gave you a soft smile. “You just did.” You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful smile as you were shuffling the cards. “I'm kidding. Go ahead.” After a moment you put the newly shuffled deck down and looked your father in the eye. “So…Where do I- Like…come from?” He knew that wasn't what you meant to say, so he poked fun with you. “Well, Y/N, when a man and a woman love each other very mu-”

“No. No. No. I know that that's not what I meant.” You said laughing. “I mean…well…I-”

Your father started to get the tiniest bit worried. “Just say it doll. What's wrong?”

You looked right at him. “Do you remember her?” Bucky gave a confused look. “You mean ‘her’ as in-“

“My mother.”

He let out one of his iconic parental deep sighs. “Yes.”

In all honesty you expected him to say no. Not because he might not have known, but because he never, ever talked about your mother. He would try to dodge the questions you threw at him, and he had never said anything even when you were little, not even a name. You were learning about genealogy in school, and your assignment for your school project was to learn about your heritage and family background, so this time you kind of had a reason why it needed to be answered.

“My project is based on both sides of my family, dad” He rolled his eyes and got up grabbing both his and your bowl of ice cream. “But you only have one side.”

“That's not actually true.”

He turned around and faced you. “Come on, It's time for bed.”

“What? Your gonna end the fun night we're having just cause I asked about her who shall not be named.”

“You can stay up, but I'm going to sleep.”

“Dad, please come sit.”

He ignored you and started walking up the stairs. You stopped him halfway before he could walk any further.

“You can't keep this for me forever.”

“But I can.”

“Grandma doesn't know, so it has to be someone who you didn't really know right? Was it a one night stand?”

“Y/N.” He said sternly, trying to get past you.

“Dad, I have a right to know who my mother is! You have to tell me some day!”

He stopped and looked you in the face. He took your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Did you break him? Was he finally gonna say?

“You’re right. But, that day is not today.”

“So when is it then? Tomorrow?”

“We will talk about this later.”

“Stop! I have been trying for years to figure out who she is and you haven't given me a single clue! Just tell me! I don't care if she's dead or someone I know. I'm old enough to realize that whoever they are doesn't want me or doesn't care about me, and since you're a pretty popular guy I would think they would have reached out to you by now! So please you are the ONLY thing standing in my way of what I have been wanting forever. I Just-”

“Her name is Kathryn.”

“What?”

“Kathryn King. Born in Richmond, Virginia, about 37 years old. She was an actor. I know she moved to L.A. right after we split, but other than that I have no idea what she does, what she's like, anything. The last time I saw her was in a grocery store when you were three.”

“How long were you two together?”

“About six months.”

“So, I wasn't planned? I was a mistake?”

You walked up to you and grabbed your shoulders. “No.No. No. You were not a mistake. We were not together for long, but both did love each other. You were born out of love. By some sick twist of fate, she left you with me because she knew she couldn't be a good mother to an incredible, beautiful, and kind little girl.”

You didn’t realize you made your way to the floor and into your dads arms. You looked up and smiled at him. “Thank you. For everything.”

He returned the grin. “I would want anything else.”

#sebastian stan x daughter!reader #sebastian stan x teen!reader #Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan x teen!daughter!reader

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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The Perfect Wingman.

Pairing: Single Dad!Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, tiny bit of Angst

Warnings: mentions of injuries, blood

Requested: Nope

Summary: Felix, Sebastian Stan's five year old son, is the perfect matchmaker (with the help of Uncle Anthony, of course!)

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Another matchmaker fic lmao there's just something about that trope where kids play matchmaker for adults that's just... 💞 anyway enjoy!

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"Buddy! Hi!"

Y/N glanced at Chris Evans as her boss spoke to her, seeing him running towards somebody. After her boss left, she turned around and smiled when she saw him chatting with Felix, Sebastian Stan's five year old son. The kid was literally sunshine in a bottle, making everyone around him happy. Guess that's another thing he got from his father.

Aside from looks.

Then she looked around, but couldn't see Sebastian anywhere. "Boo!" Startled, Y/N screamed and held a hand over her chest as she whirled around to see Sebastian doubled over in laughter behind her, clutching his stomach. "Oh my God!" she groaned as several heads turned to her at her scream. "You should've seen your face," Sebastian wheezed.

Y/N pouted at him and swatted his chest. "I could've had a heart attack!" Y/N wasn't an actress, she was just an assistant on set. Her only work was to make sure that all the actors on set were hydrated, which in turn led to her becoming good friends with all of them. They were all very friendly people, the Marvel cast. "But you didn't. Felix!" Sebastian called out and his son looked up.

Running as fast as his little feet could carry him, Felix jumped into his father's open arms, giggling. Y/N watched them with a smile on her face; Sebastian was a great father. "Meet Y/N," Sebastian introduced her and she waved at the kid. "Hi Felix," she grinned but Felix was mesmerized. Wow, she's so beautiful.

He simply blinked at her a few times, his jaw dropped. Y/N raised a questioning but amused brow at him, her eyes flickering to Sebastian who was watching his son with an exasperated look on his face, all too aware of his shenanigans. She laughed at Sebastian's expression and Felix snapped out of his thoughts. He raised his arms and leaned forward; a silent request of please pick me up.

Y/N gathered him in her arms, his tiny arms going around her neck as she held him on her hip. "Hello!" He had surprisingly clear speech, he did not mispronounce his L's and R's much. "Hi! How are you today? Enjoying yourself?" Felix nodded excitedly. "Yes!" Sebastian simply watched them with a soft smile as the girl he fancied talked to his son.

Sebastian had had a crush on Y/N ever since they began filming, and at this point, 4 months later, the only person who was oblivious to his feelings was Y/N. Everyone knew, and everyone heartily teased him for it. He had always wanted to ask her out; seeing his son get along so well with her only fueled his feelings. "Are you… are you an actwess too, Y/N?"

"No, darling, I'm a helping hand. I help everyone stay hydrated."

"What does that mean?"

"I give everyone water when they ask for it," she explained and Felix nodded, eyes the same colour as Sebastian's blinking at her in wonder. "Water is impowtant," Felix stated matter-of-factly making Y/N giggle. Felix decided he wanted to hear that sound much more frequently. "Felix! Is that you?!" Y/N, Felix and Sebastian turned to see Anthony making his way towards them.

"Uncle Anthony!" Felix squealed and Y/N put him down on his feet, smiling at the way he ran to Anthony Mackie. "Your son is so cute," she commented, turning to Sebastian only to see him already staring at her, a soft smile on his face. "It seems as though he has taken a liking to you. I wouldn't blame him." Y/N rolled her eyes at his flirting but blushed.

He did flirt with her a lot, but come on, that was just a part of his personality. Surely he didn't have feelings for her, he couldn't. Oh but he did; very strong feelings, on top of that. "Cheesy," she jabbed back and Sebastian clutched his chest with a pretend hurt look on his face. "You wound me," he pouted and Y/N grinned at him.

What they didn't see was Felix and Anthony staring at them, eyebrows raised in an identical manner. "Uncle Anthony, can I ask you something?" Anthony smirked but nodded. "Does papa… does papa love Y/N?" Anthony laughed loudly, realising that the adorable kid was the perfect wingman for Y/N and Sebastian. So he said, "Yes, yes he does."

"She is really pwetty…" Felix confessed, his own cheeks turning pink. "Aw, look who's blushing," Anthony teased, pinching his little cheeks. Felix blushed more and slapped his hands away, pouting. "Do you want your papa to go on a date with Y/N?" Anthony asked the child. Felix thought for a moment before nodding.

"Yes. If he likes her, he should just tell her!" Oh, bless his innocent heart. If only it were that easy in real life. "He will ask her soon, we'll make sure of it. Here's what you can do to help…"

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2 months had passed since Felix visited the sets and Sebastian was getting impatient. If you thought his flirting was too much then, you should see him now. He flirted with her every chance he got but Y/N used to brush him off each time; he possibly couldn't be genuinely interested in her. She didn't think herself to be worthy of his affections, so, as much as she liked his flirting, she never reciprocated.

As Y/N gathered a few bottles of water in her arms, she heard a screech behind her. "Y/N!" Smiling, she turned, dramatically faking an 'oof' as a tiny body collided with her legs. "Felix, honey, hi! Didn't expect you to visit the sets today," she grinned as Felix let go, smiling broadly up at her.

"His babysitter couldn't make it, had to bring him down."

Her smile turned nervous as she saw the father of the cute kid walking towards her, a suave smile plastered on his face. "That's okay, papa, I can just hang out with Y/N!" Felix assured him before frowning at the dozens of bottles in her arms. "Do you need help?" Ah, ever the gentleman. One more thing he gets from his dad.

"Thank you so much, sweetie," she cooed as she handed him two bottles. It wasn't much, but seriously, how much could a little child carry? That was enough for him. "Can you go give these to Scarlett and Chris?" she requested, pointing to the spot where Scarlett Johansson and Chris Hemsworth were standing. "Okay, Y/N!"

She grinned when he left. "Seriously, how did you manage to birth the most perfect kid in the world?" she commented, turning to Sebastian. "Look at me," he said unabashedly, wiggling his eyebrows. "Seb," she huffed and nudged him, raising her eyebrows in shock when he took the bottles from her arms. "I have some time before my next scene."

"That's my job—"

"Nope, can't have you carrying all these bottles, sweetheart. What if you drop them?" She pouted as she followed him through the busy set. "Do you think I'm clumsy?" He glanced at her, worried that he actually offended her, but smiled when he saw her playful look. "Nope, but I don't want you to trip over the fallen bottles and hurt yourself."

"Now that was a good line," she whistled and Sebastian laughed. As Sebastian and Y/N chatted more, they heard a loud wail coming from a few feet away. Freezing up, both of them turned to see Felix sitting on the floor, surrounded by Elizabeth Olsen and Chris Evans as he moaned in pain. Y/N's eyes went wide with fear when she saw the cut on his knee.

Talk about hurting oneself...

Forgetting the world around her, she quickly rushed to the child, Sebastian hot on her heels. "Bub, stop crying," Chris tried but Felix wouldn't listen. The moment he saw Y/N, though, his tears ceased. "Y/N," he whimpered and reached towards her, finally content when she took him in her arms. "Oh, honey bun, you'll be okay," she whispered, kissing his forehead.

"It hurts," Felix insisted. "I know, darling, let's patch you up." Without any word to anyone, Y/N led him away from the crowd, sitting him down on one of the chairs littered across the place. Sebastian, Chris and Elizabeth watched her; Chris and Lizzie were smirking but Sebastian was beyond shocked. The worry on her face the moment she found out he was hurt, the way she cradled him…

The way his son had stopped crying when he saw her, as if she were his mother. The way he reached out to her instead of him. "Just ask her out, pal, look at her. She's perfect for you. And for Felix," Chris told him, patting him on the back before leaving with Elizabeth.

Sebastian stayed where he was for a few more minutes, heart racing and mind in an overdrive, watching as Y/N took care of Felix. Be mine, please.

"All okay, bub?" Y/N crooned as she tied a bandage on his knee after cleaning the blood off. "Thank you, Y/N!" Felix threw his arms around her neck and buried his face in her neck, smiling widely. Y/N returned the hug ardently, rubbing his back. "Felix?" Felix looked over Y/N's shoulder to see his dad standing there, a small smile on his face. "Papa!"

He made no point in moving out of Y/N's arms and Sebastian took the hint, merely ruffling the boy's hair. "You doing okay? Y/N take care of the boo-boo?" Felix nodded eagerly. "It doesn't even hurt now," he said proudly and Sebastian smiled. "Did you say thank you?" "He did, Sebastian," Y/N assured him.

"I wish Y/N took care of my boo-boos all the time!" Felix pouted. Sebastian froze again, his eyes darting to Y/N when he saw her stiffen. "How is that possible, sugar?" Y/N joked nervously as she stood up, Felix still in her arms, holding him on her hip like before. "Papa can date you! And then you can get married and then you'll be my mama and then you'll take care of all my boo-boos!"

Sebastian and Y/N stared at each other as Felix innocently looked at Y/N with a huge smile on his face. "M-Married? Bubba, I don't think your papa likes me in that way…" Sebastian suddenly found his voice. How dare she? "Y/N, I do like you, why do you think I flirt with you all the time?" he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Y/N's eyes went wide. "Wait, I thought you were joking—"

"I wasn't. Will you go on a date with me?"

"Sebastian, I-I… I'll be honored."

"Oh please, iubi, the honor's all mine," he chuckled and, not caring about who was watching (including his own son), leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers in a sweet kiss. Y/N's heart fluttered at the term of endearment as she kissed him back. Felix groaned loudly in Y/N's arms, covering his eyes. "Yucky!"

Sebastian and Y/N had to break the kiss because they laughed too hard. Felix slid down Y/N's arms and ran towards Anthony, who was watching them with a small smile, proud of his best friend for finally making a move on the woman he liked. Anthony smirked when the pipsqueak stopped next to him. "Good job, bud."

"Thank you, Uncle Anthony." And Felix gagged again as he and Anthony turned to Sebastian and Y/N, only to see them in another liplock.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Failed Audition

Summary: Sebastian comes home in a disgruntled mood after not succeeding in getting a part in a movie that is close to his heart, though he knows he shouldn’t be so disheartened when he comes home to you

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Warnings: minor angst, fluff, brief nudity, alcohol consumption, mentions of pasts, the feeling of failure

Word Count: 1069

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It was a surprise to hear the front door to your home slam, not only from the impact that it audibly rattled through the apartment but the time in which your boyfriend had returned. He had only been gone for a record of three hours, and as he stormed through the living room to reach the kitchen, he didn't even bother bidding you with a greeting; instead he went straight to the refrigerator and extracted a beer, undoing the cap and taking a long needed swig of the golden laga. A sigh released from his chest after he had done so, as though it was something to numb his pain for not being good enough.

"Seb, baby?" You enquired for his attention as you recounted his footsteps and shadowed them with your own, watching as he scratched his forehead with the aid of his rough knuckles. The sight made you lick your lips in thought as you realised that this stressful behaviour of which he was excerpting was no thanks to his career. He dauntingly looked up with his frozen irises, putting the glass bottle on the counter and coming forwards almost in shame. A sad smile spread across his face as he chewed on the flesh inside of his mouth, the emotions that ran through him being anything but proud.

"They called me off right then and there. Said because of my marvel contract that they couldn't risk an engagement of interest with the company. That role was amazing, don't get me wrong I love Bucky, but damn him for messing this up for me." His words came out as a frank groan, annoyance laced in the undertone of his lexis. You were aware of how excited that he had been to take on this new role, and it was a tragedy to see him so rattled by the fall of said opportunity. Of course there would be many more roles that he could fill in his time, but this one had resonated with him more than any other.

It was about a man whom didn't know who his father was, raised by a single mother that took him to another country due to the collapsing infrastructure of their society; the background for the character was quite personal for Sebastian, and it was understandable why he had become so upset over the fact. Truth be told, there'd be no one that could express their emotions of the situation as well as your partner, but rather than prying and telling him he'd have better luck next time, you supported him in a more stable way.

Your feet carried you closer to him as you pressed your front to his own, wrapping your arms around his lower back as you drew his attention in on your fixated purpose. "How about I run you a bath babe? Relax you a little so that we can have a nice quiet evening in together and get some take out, and when you're ready to vent more I'll be all ears." Sebastian could not help but allow a wide and half goofy smile form onto his features as he leant down to kiss you, seemingly interested in your idea. "Okay then, you finish your beer and I'll be back in a jiffy."

You wandered off to the bathroom, turning the tabs to the tub so that a mixture of hot and cold temperate water would fill it up. For a moment you watched it build, steam filling the room as you smiled lightly at the commending act that you were doing for your partner, you could leave the water to run a little while by itself, and so you trudged out, grabbing a towel and anything else that Seb would need in the vicinity, preparing everything until it was due time that you shut the bath from adding any more water to its contents and walked back to the kitchen to see your lover almost done with his beer.

“Bath is ready when you are.” He had a little sip left of his beer, but clearly it wasn’t important as he abandoned it and walked to the bathroom, stripping his shirt over his head, rolling his shoulders back slightly as you went over and helped him out of the rest of his clothing, watching him step into the tub in all of his glory as he then transitioned to sinking down into the cooling water. You knelt beside the tub, grabbing a washcloth and lightly massaging his arms with it. “Don’t you want to get in with me?” He enquired as he daringly studied each of your features, but you simply shook your head, stating that you were ‘fine where you were’ as you helped soothe the ache in any of his muscles and cleanse the skin.

His jaw leant closer, sucking you in for a kiss as his index finger tipped your chin up to elongate the interaction. “Thank you for all of this babe, you know just how to make me feel better.” He couldn’t deny that he felt substantially less attacked by the rejection that the directors and casters had given him, but coming home had peaked his mood. You smiled at him, pecking his lips again as you felt proud of Sebastian for holding it together, he always managed to do so during the toughest situations and that was one thing of many that made you attracted to him in the first place.

No matter the situation, he moulded to make it better, though this time you had aided with that, and that was fine, that was why you were here, to hold him up when he fell down, to be a system of support in his darkest hours and most importantly to love him. Once Seb had thought that no one could truly love him, and now he saw that back then he had never been so wrong. The opinion of creators shouldn’t have mattered to him, not when he had you always mobilising him and preparing him for a brighter future. And he planned to spend every second from the one that he had met you loving you, until the day that he died, in the long run fame and his career were just pledges that he had made into a full time job, but it was his goal to make the sappy forever between couples a reality.

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starbuckie · 3 years

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐

pairing: carter baizen x reader

words: 3.7k words

warnings: birthday fun, autumn is spoiled af, bitchy upper east side parents, sweet fluff, y/n is getting frustrated, sad carter, why can’t these bitches get it together

summary: nine months after a new years hookup, little autumn eloise baizen-l/n was born. now, nearly a full year after her birth, nothing has changed except for carter and y/n, co-parents and occasional fuck buddies, planning for their baby’s first birthday. it should be simple, easy, straightforward. anything unlike the feelings they harbor for each other.

a/n: i’m sorry this is coming to y’all so late, but i have the best one queued up soon!! please tell me if you enjoy and i do hope you do :) ALSO WE GET SMUT IN THE NEXT ONE i do love smut <3

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This was a lot more people than both Y/N and Carter had expected.

Especially for a one year old. Who had one hundred and two guests shoved inside a penthouse building for a one year old?

The room was barely enough to fit everyone, even with the three flights of terrace and a balcony outside, but they managed to do it. Little Autumn Eloise was being bounced about on her mother’s hip in her little J. Crew pajamas, looking as cute as a pumpkin with a chubby little grin and shining eyes. Carter had gone off to entertain a few of his father’s friends with the view of Manhattan from the west side of the fresh outside air, but Y/N was stuck inside. With her baby she had a little on the young side.

Her maroon dress felt far too constricted as she practically suck her organs back into her ribcage. It was one thing to be a mother from an accident (scandalous), but she also had to look put together in front of the other women. She made sure to wear her best brunch dress, a little pencil skirt number that went just two inches above her knee for “modesty”. She’d been called a whore enough just for having sex with Carter.

The women who surrounded her were the highest of the high. All known women of New York, with their own blossoming riches and of course, snotty outlooks on Y/N and Carter’s barely-getting-by form of parenting. She preferred to stay out of that conversation, and truthfully whenever those women were in attendance of any event she would try and avoid them, but seeing as her mother thought highly of them, she sent them invites in good old rich people fashion.

Instead of listening to them talk about their own success and other’s flops, she quietly played with her baby, the most well-behaved one at the living room couch. Autumn grabbed at her pale pink acrylics with her tiny fingers, all until the shrill voice of blonde, stupid, judgmental Cheryl reached the baby’s ears.

“So how are you and Carter getting along?” the older woman asked. Y/N, who was focused on the playful girl in her lap looked up with a quirked brow and a breaking grin.

“What do you mean by that?”

The older woman glanced around at the other established ladies on the couch, all of them sharing some secret as they giggled under their breaths. “Well, it can’t be easy being a single mother, and with a boy like him I doubt that he’s been helping you out without a little... price.”

Shame filled her cheeks as she suddenly found Ellie ever so interesting. The baby whined softly, sensing her mother’s distress and she wrapped her arms tighter around the little girl. It was questions like these she despised. Not just because they were passive aggressive and rude, but also because she feared and questioned the same thing. Carter did have a reputation. He’d proved to Y/N that he’d changed over the past year, but how long would that last? When she started dating again (not that she was really able to find any viable suitors), would he leave her? When she stopped hooking up with him, because she really needed to stop indulging herself in that, would he find no other reason to stay?

It was a question that she preferred not to answer or even think of due to the stress it brought her alone, but as she began to change the subject, another one of her mom’s invitees opened her big mouth. “Does he still, you know, sleep around too?

“Cheryl!” A rather loud voice came from the penthouse elevator, and Y/N gasped in relief when she realized who it was. There was only a voice that high and commanding on the Upper East Side, and that came in the form of a small brunette named Blair Waldorf. A small manicured hand landed on her left shoulder and she could’t help but lean into the comfort of it as she spoke. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you! My mother and I were just talking about how miss you so much, thought we understand why you don’t come out as much anymore. It can’t be easy to show your face when the entire city of Manhattan knows that your husband left you after you slept with the chef.”

A few short gasps escaped the mouths of the ladies surrounding them as the diabolical, older blonde turned a deep shade of red. She excused herself quickly and clutched her gaudy fuschia purse to her chest as she scurried off past Blair, who wore snarl on her glossed lips as she looked over the woman. The rest of the couch stared at her in a mix of awe and straight up horror before she yelled at them.

Her arms shooed them off as she made her way around the couch. “Move, move, do you wanna be next? I can make sure that happens right now and you can be just as scorned as blondie over there.”

They all fled in a hurry. No one dared to mess with the twenty-three year old Upper East Side queen.

Y/N let her head fall back into the pillows of the couch, holding out her baby into Blair’s expecting arms. Despite having her own child with her husband, the businesswoman much preferred Autumn to Henry, who was still fussy and crying all the time. She told her it would take a while to grow used to the constant screaming and kicking and lack of sleep.

“Thanks for saving me, B, I don’t know what the hell I would’ve done without you,” she sighed from the couch. She opened her brief-closed eyes and let out a groan. While only a group of pushy older women left, there were stiff at least another ninety three guests to host for two more hours.

“Don’t thank me, thank Cheryl’s horrible taste of sponsor,” Blair let Ellie gnaw on her finger as she referred to the old bat. “Ugly witch had it coming for her at some point.”

They both shared a brief chuckle. It had been a while since her and her friend had been able to sit down together, without work coming between them or Henry’s incessant neediness. “Where’s Chuck?”

The brunette tilted her perfectly combed head towards the wide windows of the penthouse, where Chuck stood with his arms crossed while talking to Carter. The latter was holding Henry in his arms, the usually rowdy baby finally a sleeping bundle of serenity. While it had been nearly five years since they had last held a “rivalry”, it was still strange to see them so civil with each other. They cooperated in their business quite often too. Baizen and Bass. An unexpected yet powerful duo.

A faint grin tugged at Y/N’s glossed lips as she watched Carter laugh at something his friend said. She was catching his disease. She didn’t know whether it was grin, his boyish charm, or his heart, but she was down bad again. She hated that he was always able to hack down the walls of her heart with just the smooth timbre of his voice, but she couldn’t deny that the bittersweet heartache of it all was worth it.

He peered inside of the building, seeming to look for someone, until he found her eyes. It was like the moment of realization, with Carter smiling even wider, as she waved to him with an under the breath laugh. The man looked down to his arms at the baby and lifted one of his chubby arms to wave at her. She laughed a little louder as she blew kisses to him in a more than dramatic fashion.

A cough ruined the moment.

When Y/N looked back over at her best friend, she was wearing some sort of knowing smirk, her lips pursed and an brow raised. The iconic Blair Waldorf scheming look. “What are you thinking about, B?”

“How are you and Carter getting along, Y/N?” She asked. Y/N visibly shrunk into herself, her shoulders slumping and her eyes flitting down into her lap.

“Blair-”

“No, we are going to discus this now, L/N!” She insisted. The younger woman groaned under her breath, but glanced back to her friend. “You’ve either gotten stupider by the day or I’ve just never noticed how oblivious you are, but one thing is for sure and it’s the fact that you are blinder than a goddamn mole when it comes to how in love with you that man is!”

“Maybe it’s ‘cause he’s not?” She lowly chuckled. “Besides, even if he did… love me, I mean, it’d be too messy. He’s never lingered for long in the past and the last thing Ellie needs is to be as fucked up as either of us because her parents acted selfishly. We need stability. And Carter can’t provide that.”

“Bullshit.” Blair rolled her eyes. “You know that Carter is a solid man now. A decent one even, but though I’d never tell him that to his face. He already gives you guys the support that you need-”

“Hey,” Y/N cut her off sharply, a near deadly tone in her voice, “I do not need support.”

“I didn’t mean to imply that, Y/N, but there’s something else I mean to say. You are Carter’s person. Before lovers or co-parents, you’ve been there for him because you insist that he’s just your friend. But before Serena, before Beth, before either of you even got to highschool. Every time he screws up he goes to you, Y/N. You’ve always been it for him.” Blair rested a hand on her knee, rubbing her skin in small circles. “You’re the only one he listens to, and it’s because he needs you. With all the shit he’s done in his life you’re the one keeping him afloat.”

Y/N wanted to respond. Say something to put away the stupid fish-like expression she wore at her best friend’s words, but there was nothing. Her throat was empty and she wanted to agree with the hopeful words spilling from Blair’s mouth, but that would be admitting that she needed Carter as well. And what would the use in establishing herself as independent be if she revealed that part of her she thought she’d shoved so carefully in a shoebox behind her heart.

But when her voice came back, she didn’t say that. She didn’t indulge.

“Prince Charming and the screamer, twelve o’clock,” Y/N murmured into her glass. The woman opposite of her seemed thrown off by her response and squinted at her. “Your husband and screaming child, twelve o’clock, B.” Blair looked over her head, searching for her husband and the woman rolled her eyes. “Other twelve o’clock, B.”

The brunette huffed. “I knew that.” She plastered a smile on her face and turned around, watching her husband return to her with their baby back in his arms.

“Hello, my dove,” Chuck dropped a kiss to his wife’s bare shoulder and reached over her to place Henry in her arms. “Y/N, you look as beautiful as ever.”

The woman graciously smiled as a pair of warm hands heated up the chill of her spine. “Thank you, Chuck. It’s always a pleasure to have you here.”

“Quit the niceties, sweetheart,” Carter rubbed your tired muscles, “Bass is a menace and he always finishes up your Morocco burgundy.”

“It was made to be drunk, Baizen,” she leaned her head back on the couch rest to find his bright blue eyes already staring down at her, “‘sides, you’re not one to talk when you constantly down my supplies for strawberry daquiris straight from the bottles, you bastard.”

The couple sitting opposite of them laughed at Carter’s expense as the offended man pinched the skin of Y/N’s shoulder. She squealed, leaning to get away from him and she realized how big she was smiling compared to just minutes before. He really did lighten up the room just by entering it.

Blair and Chuck’s chuckles died down, but the first glared expectantly between the two “we’re happy as we are” co-parents. “Y/N, doesn’t it say on the itinerary that we were going to have cake at one-thirty?”

The woman in question glanced down at the delicate watch that laid across her wrist, encrusted with small pearl orbs that Carter got custom made for her when she first got accepted into Harvard. Oops. Perhaps she had lost track of the time.

She pushed herself off of the inviting cushions with a quiet but still heard groan, and arched back to get all the kinks out of her bones. “Well, now we’re gonna eat cake at two. I don’t think anybody noticed, it’s fine, right?” She placed Ellie into Blair’s awaiting arm, letting her closest friend coddle both of the children at the same time. “Carter, darling, could you possibly gather-”

“I’ll have them around here in three minutes, time me.” He grasped her face with his hands and placed a sloppy kiss to her cheek. She grimaced. “You taste good.”

The couple behind them groaned with disgust (even though they were in no place to do so after the Anna Karenina incident), and he grabbed her ass as he went to go grab the elderly guests who wandered about the elegant penthouse. Right before she left, she caught the two’s eyes and Y/N knew that somehow Blair had telepathically given Chuck all the information he needed to know about where she stood in her feelings for Carter. Or maybe she was just the drop-dread obvious. Neither of the scheming couple would never tell her.

“Shut your traps, you’ll catch flies.” The heels of her beige Louboutins clicked across marble floors as she stomped away from them with an exhausted put on her face. A quiet mumble of a song, a French one she’d learned in elementary school when she was young, passed through her lips as she sashayed and shimmied her way across the emptying kitchen to the fridge where she opened the door to be met with a cool hit of air.

With two delicate, steady hands, she grabbed the carefully wrapped box that sat front and center of the middle rack and bumped the door shut with her hip. A matchbox and candle laid ready on the cutting board on the island and she made sure to grab those too before heading out to face the crowds.

As sure as Carter’s word, every single guest, all ninety-five of them remaining, had been gathered around Ellie’s father who sat holding her on the seat where she had been before. However, even with the near hundred people laying in her living room, not a single one made a peep of a sound as she entered with a graceful gait, laying the intriuging box onto the table with poise.

A small huff of air left her lungs when she stood back up, done with having to A. hold her breath to not drop the cake and to B. force herself to smile while nearly a hundred guests had their eyes directly on her. From there, the spotlight was lifted from her, and rather to her daughter, her short arms desperately grasping for her as she tried to grab her attention.

“Ma-” Sweet, young Autumn tried to sound out the vowels to call out her mom, something she’d only started doing a few days before. It was a trivial thing, the firsts weren’t all too impressed with the baby for saying her first and only word, but to her parents, it was everything.

“Good job, pumpkin!” Carter cooed excitedly. His nose nuzzled the smooth skin of her chubby cheek as she grinned a toothless little grin. “You’re the smartest baby I know, aren’t you? My bright little girl.” He bounced her on one knee as they both watched the cake box being opened intriguingly to reveal a gorgeous, layered cake.

Gold foil and yellow fondant shaped leaves spread out across the pristine vanilla buttercream. Tired layers, shaped in obscure triangles, sat one on top of each other. And, of course, Milk Bar had naturally gathered the finest floral arrangement to surround the base of the cake. Small, delicate chrysanthemums lined the sharp angles, adding a warming touch and also drawing the baby’s attention as she attempted to reach forward and grab them.

Carter securely adjusted his daughter so she wouldn’t fall to the floor and gently drew her arms back. “Mama’s gonna light the candle for you, baby, we don’t want you to get burned.” His eyes flickered up to Y/N, bent over the cake and placing the gold candle in the center. It nearly looked as is the gold dropped from it, into small reflecting pools of leaves onto the cake. So it was far, far to elegant for the baby herself (truthfully, the small girl would’ve preferred a nice cinnamon apple mush to a pumpkin cake), but the guests were more than impressed, clapping when her mother finally set fire to the candle.

She dusted off her hands on the dress and sat up, looking around with a grin. “If you guys wanna take it away…”

High voices lifted the room in spirit, and Y/N finally found some peace for the day.

“C’mon, mama, come sit over here.” The mischievous blue-eyed man fixed Y/N with his signature smirk to where she stood. He glanced down to his lap and she had to roll her eyes. People around them had started to sing for the baby and she figured that she just had to give in. She gently scooted her way past the table to the couch and looked down at him.

“Mm,” she hummed, glancing towards Blair, who was grinning viciously at her, and then back to the cocky menace. “Thanks for the seat, Baizen.”

She lifted up Autumn from his arms and squealed when he then suddenly grabbed her around the waist. Her body landed right on top of his thighs, with a giggling Autumn cuddled tightly in her arms. He head naturally came back to crash against his shoulder and she had to hide her huge smile in the expanse of skin that was revealed from his collared shirt.

“Happy birthday, dear Autumn,” her parents sang to her, each with a miniature hand wrapped around their larger fingers, “Happy birthday to you.”

“Do you wanna blow the candle out, honey?” Y/N gasped excitedly. A feeling of a fireplace warmth seeped into her skin as Carter’s arms wound tighter around her waist as she supported their baby. “You’re such a big girl now, Ellie, you can do it.”

“Hey,” she whispered breathily.

“Hey, yourself,” he grinned back. His eyes were clear. That she could see now. And she knew it was dangerous, to tiptoes across their fine drawn line, the one that separated them from being co-parents and friends with benefits to …partners- but he was right there. He was right there in front of her, all hers for the taking, if she could just push herself to say some three words that would change everything for them.

“Carter, I…” Her eyes flickered behind her, right to where she saw Cheryl. So the bitch had returned, and at the perfect time as well. The old woman was just the reminder she needed as to why they couldn’t be together.

Everyone was staring at them and she felt closed in. The eyes of the best of the best, those that would construct their futures with words and rumors were watching her about to make one of the biggest decisions of her life.

She was never a decision maker before, why would she be now?

And Carter stared into her eyes, and she could see him. He was pleading, and for a second she let herself believe that he loved her too. He did.

But then Autumn squealed loudly, startling both of them alike. Her train of thought fell off the track.

The baby just stared at the small, flickering light with wide, curious eyes. Y/N scurried out of his lap and Carter cleared his throat, looking away like she’d just spit molten lava at him, which she had, though she’d never known.

And the woman looked ashamed. She’d nearly just ruined her child’s future, she’d nearly professed her love for Carter in front of the elite society she was supposed to grow up in. But they were too messy. It just couldn’t be.

With a small pat to her round tummy, Y/N shifted Ellie a comfortable distance from the candle. “Go on, darling, make a wish.”

Her small lips puckered up and with a deep exhale, she attempted to extinguish the melting gold candle shaped in the letter one, but to no avail. Guests exchanged small laughs all around the couch and coffee table, grinning at the newest high society baby.

If any of the prissy old ladies or judgemental men of the Upper East Side had been able to make that wish for Autumn, they all wished for her to be as wealthy and successful as her parents, as beautiful as the mother who had raised her and as intelligent and quick-minded as her father. They would’ve asked for her to be a true socialite- a pure woman of heart, of mind, a girl who was raised in academics and pushed by her parents to be someone in the world. They wished for her to bring her family honor- to be greater than any of them. They wished for the biggest things of such a small, fragile creature.

But when the little girl finally managed to blow the candles out, Autumn Eloise’s parents only wished for her to never have to feel the pain of not being able to have the one person she loved, just as they did.

#carter baizen x y/n #carter baizen x reader smut #carter baizen x you #sebastian stan #carter baizen x reader #gossip girl fanfic #gossip girl fanfiction #𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐 #𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

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eroselless · 3 years

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hopelessly devoted [1]

Pairing : Sebastian Stan x reader│regency au

Summary : When Y/N Brighton finds herself suddenly married to a strange older man, she thinks her life is completely derailed. Wha happens when she starts to get close to him?

Warnings : slow burn, age gap, fluff, a tad bit of angst, a little injury but not much Word Count : 3.6k

Notes : I'm sorry it took so long for me to get this out! I hope y'all like it! I rewrote it twice just so I could get it as perfect as I could. Constructive criticism is very much appreciated! I didn't expect to be writing a Part 2 BUT it should be up very soon :)

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As a young child, Y/N Brighton had imagined that she would have the most lavish of weddings. She had imagined walking down the aisle in the arms of her father, smiling at relatives as they watched her join her husband to be. She had hoped for a grand exchange of vows with him, ones that would leave the crowd in tears. She had even hoped for a choir to sing her in and hoped for petals to be showered on her and her beau as they left the chapel for their extravagant and much needed honeymoon. What she hadn’t imagined was this.

Y/N slowly walked down the aisle, with no one by her side. The chapel she was in was dark and the seats, instead of being filled with family, stood empty. There were no flowers in sight and the mood in the room was of sadness and melancholy. Her hands were clasped around nothing, a bouquet she had desired being absent. She quietly stood still in front of the man she was to marry, seeing but a stranger and not someone she had grown to love.

Viscount Brighton was a man of many flaws, just as any other human being. He loved to drink, he loved to smoke but most of all he loved to gamble. Many times he had won money, bringing it home to spend on his daughter and wife but many more times, he had lost and come home significantly more empty handed than he had been when he left. Viscountess Brighton had found herself one night, sitting in the seat of her husband’s desk. It felt as if smoke was steaming out of her ears as frustration built up inside of her. In front of her, there were piles of paper and in her hands she clutched the newest additions of the pile. There were bills upon bills upon bills, her eyes nearly popping out of her head as she added up the amount of money that her husband owed. What they had left in their accounts was almost nothing. Even the dowry belonging to their only daughter was gone.

She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes, as if to stop the tears from flowing out.

“What have you done?” She seethed at her husband, who stood guilt ridden at the door of his own office.

“No w-worries dearest,” he began. “We can always sell a few things and we’ll be fine!” If looks could kill, the poor man would have been 6 feet deep in the ground.

“With the amount of money we have due, we’ll have to sell the house and everything in it!” The viscountess cried. Shaking her head, she dropped the pieces of paper on the desk and stormed out.

“How could you?” She asked once they were laying in bed. The lights were blown out as they both lay with their backs to the other. He could not answer her question. How could he? That’s the thing, he didn’t. He clutched onto the sheets of the bed as tears threatened to spill from his eyes, the guilt was beginning to feel heavy on his chest. He prayed for a miracle, he prayed for someone to come pull them out of the hole he had pushed his family into.

Y/N didn’t really know why there had been visits from a stranger to her house. She had been introduced to him briefly. His eyes were electric blue and he had a beard that was full but not too big or fluffy. His hair was a beautiful shade of brown and was always brushed to perfection. He always gave her tight lipped smiles and there was an eery feeling of pity behind each one. She couldn't help but feel attracted to him, despite him being almost the same age as her father. It was a little innocent crush. It didn’t really mean anything.

Lord Sebastian Stan was in search of a wife. He was the most eligible bachelor on the market, though he was quite older than most of the girls in age of marriage. He had never really planned to marry. He had gotten close many times but had never found the right woman to fill the seemingly gaping hole in his heart. If it hadn’t been for a trip to his native Romania, he wouldn’t have bothered to begin a search. He had gone to visit his grandmother, she was very much expecting he would finally have a maiden at his side. She had explained that if he didn’t marry, there was a possibility that his title and home would be stripped from him. He remembered how he panicked, not so much for the loss of his title but where would he go without his home? Where would he live then? It was as if fate was on his side when he had run into the hysterical Viscount Brighton. The poor man was desperate, searching for anything that would help him with the sinking boat he found himself on. Sebastian didn’t jump at the deal immediately. He couldn’t help but feel for the young girl who was essentially being sold away. But after much thought, he spoke to the older man and agreed to marry his daughter.

“Lord Stan has agreed on marrying you.” The viscount said to Y/N. It had been days after the agreement was finally settled.

“He needs a bride in order to keep his estate and seeing as how you are in the age of marriage, he has agreed to marry you even though you are without a dowry.” Her mother said, trying to be gentle with the words she said to her daughter.

Y/N simply looked at them with tears in her eyes. They had sat her down in the office where her mother had been sitting only a few nights ago.

“He said he will help the family with whatever we need in exchange for your hand in marriage.”

And that was that. Now Y/N found herself standing face to face to Sebastian as he whispered the words of I do. She watched as he stood there expressionless, staring down at the floor. His eyebrows were furrowed, as the priest recited the marital words to her. She was so caught up in his features that she almost missed her cue to agree to the marriage and echo him with the words of I do. Each slipped on a simple wedding band on their ring finger. There was a sigh of relief ringing out behind her as her family officially joined with him. Now they would not have to live out on the street, they were saved.

The ride to Sebastian’s estate was quiet. The only sound that was heard was the crunch of carriage’s wheel on the ground and the subtle sound of the pairs breathing. As she had expected, there was no celebration of the marriage after the ceremony, no shower of wedding rice or petals on them. There was only the silent signing of papers and the quiet goodbyes from her family. Here Y/N took the time to really look at him. He had a slight crease etched between his eyebrows. He had a mole on the left side of his forehead and his lashes didn’t quite curl up but still had a slight wisp to them. His eyes looked darker, they were like the deep colour of the ocean. They were a pool that, in a different circumstance, she would be more than willing to swim in.

“We don’t have to lay together,” Sebastian began, breaking the silence along with her long stare. “We each have our own rooms, so you don’t have to worry about anything. The maids will have everything ready by the time we get home.” Y/N nodded, taking in the information. Part of her knew he wouldn’t force her to consummate the wedding, he didn’t seem like that type of person but part of her still wanted the chance to sleep next to him, to get to know the person she was to spend the rest of her life with.

They soon arrived. The night was warm and the stars shone brightly above them. If they had wanted, a stroll through his vast gardens wouldn't have been a very romantic way to start the night. The mansion was lit up from the inside and Y/N couldn't help but find herself in awe of it. They had come through a gate and down a long road in order to reach the house. It had three towers with the rest of the building having been built around them. There was a grand balcony right above the main entrance. It was all very green, trees and bushes surrounding the mansion.

“Welcome Home, Lord and Lady Stan” The head housekeeper said, ushering them in from the night. Many of the staff stood on the stairs leading up to the front doors of the home. They kindly nodded at them as they slowly walked in. Y/N was shown to her room, just across the hall from Sebastian’s.

“If you need anything, don’t be scared to give us a shout.” The housekeeper told Y/N. Sebastian had followed behind, making his way to his room. He nodded politely in her direction before he slipped through his door, closing it behind him.

Y/N stood there for a second before letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in. She made her way into her room. It was big. Bigger than the one at her family home. The walls were a pale blue and the room had golden accents, with more variations of blue scattered around. There was a small table on one side of the room with a single armchair. On the table was the most elegant and beautiful tea set she had ever seen. When she went to grab it, it was warm. She poured herself a cup of tea and sat down. She blew on it as steam came up from the cup. She stared at the wall just above her large bed, reflecting once again on how fast the days changed.

It took her a while to acclimate. Sebastian had mostly left her to her own devices, leaving her to roam around the mansion alone. She would get lost every once in a while, asking maids to help her find her way back to her room. She wasn’t prohibited from going anywhere, Sebastian had made that clear to her. This was her home now and he wasn’t going to keep anything from her. She ate breakfast with him every morning, sitting across from him at a long dinner table. He would always mumble a quiet good morning, taking her hand and gently pressing a kiss to it. He couldn't bring himself to ever look into her eyes.

One afternoon, she stumbled upon the library. As a little girl, she would spend her time reading the day away. She never tired of the smell of old books. Her eyes widened when she pushed open the double doors of the library. She hadn't ever seen such a grand collection. There were many many rows of shelves and a flight of stairs that led to a landing where she could sit, surrounded by a few more shelves and a grand window. She spent the next hours exploring the rows, climbing high onto the ladders to reach the books on the highest shelves. She took her time, taking deep breaths and inhaling the comforting smell of the pages. She didn’t recognize many of the books, a lot of them being in Romanian or French. She delicately dragged her fingers on the spines of the books, careful when pulling them out to examine them.

She was searching the shelves for something familiar, when a book caught her eye. The title on the spine was one that she had heard of before but couldn’t quite remember what the story was about. It was high up, too high for her to reach on her own. She looked around the library, seeing if there was anyone that could help her reach the book. She sighed as she realized she was completely alone and would have to climb the ladder that was placed on a set of railings on the front of the shelves. She huffed as she hiked her dress up as much as she could, sticking her feet out to climb onto the first rung of the ladder. She grabbed on tight as she ascended higher and higher. She heaved slightly as she reached the right shelf, only to realize that the book was just barely within her reach. She frowned, trying to pull the book out with the tips of her fingers. Feeling her fingers slip slightly, she moved to the edge of the rung she stood on. A loud creek sounded through the library as she started to feel the ladder tip to the side. Finally grabbing the book, she tried to push herself back onto the ladder, only to jerk farther away from the wall. She felt her feet slip from under her, a panicked squeal coming from her lips. Her eyes squeezed shut as she waited for her body to fall and hit the ground with a painful thud.

Sebastian sat at his desk, looking through his small collection of books, in search for one in particular. His head was full of thoughts, not a single instance of silence. He had also needed time to acclimate to his new housemate. He tried his best to interact with her and to be civil but part of him felt like he was doing it all wrong. He remembered when he had first seen her, roaming her old home. He remembered the cream coloured dress she wore when her father first introduced them, before she was told of her fate. She seemed happier. He tried to make her happy but no matter what he instructed her handmaiden to give her, she still didn’t seem as joyful as she used to be.

In a way, he understood her. She was now living in a house with a strange man that she had only known for a very short time. She had left behind her family and her friends and with no official duties, she spent most of her time by herself. She was alone. He had tried to be husbandly, eating meals with her and bringing her along for strolls in the garden but still even then, she would not come out of her shell.

Over the weeks, he had grown used to hearing her steps through the halls. He had learned to enjoy the little songs she hummed when she accompanied him on walks in the garden. He had started to pick up on her small habits. She would always put her pinky finger under her glass before placing it on the table. She would tug at her left earlobe when she was in deep thought or when she was reading. He usually found himself scolding himself when he watched her walk about the mansion. He couldn’t help but feel like a villain who took any plans for her future away.

He resigned his search, deciding to make his way down to the library. He was in for a long hunt. He walked the empty halls, the only sounds being the clicks of his shoes against the stone floors. He came upon the doors of the library to find them open and saw his wife begin to climb on the many ladders in the library.

He watched as she began to shuffle to the edge of the ladder. Knowing fully well how this would end, he made his way up to her. His heart began to race as the ladder began to creak and tip. With a few long strides, he was at her side. He heard as she held her breath, waiting for the floor to come at her. He grunted as he slid under her, managing to catch her before she collided with the wooden floors.

Before this, he had never touched her before. He hadn’t really taken the time to look at her face. The skin of her bare arms felt smooth against his, the fullness of it feeling soothing. Her chest was heaving, just as his. The adrenaline was coursing fast through their veins. His eyes wandered her face, taking in each freckle and scar. He even noted the lone eyelash that lay on her cheek.

“Sebastian,” She cried, completely surprised. She pulled herself to her feet and out of his arms. She still held tightly to the book in her hand. Sebastian’s hand lingered on her shoulder, a small sign of affection. He looked over her, checking for any afflictions.

“Are you alright?” he asked her. She nodded, catching her breath. She had placed one hand on the shelf, wincing slightly. Her knuckle had bruised, hitting it on the ladder as she fell. Sebastian pulled it from the shelf, cradling it gently.

“You must be more careful,” he warned. She felt her stomach flutter as he stretched her fingers out in his hand. It almost felt like what she was doing was wrong, forbidden.

“I know, I’m sorry.” She mumbled.

“Let’s get you some ice for your hand.” He said and led her to the kitchens. It was only when he sat her down that she realized how dark it had turned outside. It was nearly nightfall. How long had she been in the library? She pulled a face when she felt the coolness of the ice hit her skin. Sebastian was kneeling in front of her, tending at her hand. She watched as he masterfully soothed her wound, even though her pain was almost gone.

“Thank you,” She told him when he looked up at her. “For everything.”

She said everything and she really meant it. Even though she didn’t have the life she expected, her family was being taken care of and that’s really what mattered. He nodded, smiling briefly before standing up. He held his hand out towards her, helping her up to her feet. They then walked up the stairs to their rooms. Stopping, Y/N turned around before opening her door.

“Sebastian” She called out to him, hand on her doorknob. He turned back to her. “Goodnight.” He smiled, his teeth coming into view.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

They were to attend their first party together. The most elite were going to be in attendance, most of which Sebastian knew. They rode in the carriage in almost complete silence and then proceeded to walk in together. When she let go of his arm, he hadn’t exactly expected her to go to the big group of ladies that stood ion the far side of the room. It had seemed like she recognized some of the ladies waiting there. He stood at the entrance of the ballroom, watching as she interacted with them. She was laughing and smiling. Something he didn’t see often. He admired how the dress she wore clung to her frame. It was a gown he had tailored just for her, and now he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her. Ever since the incident in the library, he couldn't get her out of his head. Something was blooming in the back of his mind. As music started to play, couples started to make their way to the dance floor.

Y/N watched as the girls from her old friend group excused themselves to dance with their husbands and fiancées. For s second, she had felt like she was still living her old life. She had caught up with her friends for a couple of minutes, the feeling of happiness returning and the sound of laughter escaping her. She wasn’t ungrateful for the grand favour Sebastian was doing in helping her family in return for her hand. She really wasn’t but she felt lonely and as her friends took their leave into the arms of their lovers, she felt the loneliness settle back into her bones. From across the room, her eyes met Sebastian’s. His eyes were more blue than ever. They sent chills down her spine. With a nod, he signalled to her. They met at the edge of the dance floor, joining the rest of the dancers. The tempo of the music was slower and the people around them were moving slowly to the same beat.

Y/N felt her breath hitch in the back of her throat as she locked eyes once again with Sebastian as they danced around each other. She couldn’t put her finger on whatever was growing in the air around them. The movements in the dance had them inches away from each other, never touching but always close. They twirled around the dance floor for what seemed like hours, narrowly missing each other. As songs came and went, Y/N found herself smiling and making jests at her distant husband. It felt like progress from where they had been just nights before.

For a single moment, time felt like it had slowed. Sebastian felt his heart race as he gave Y/N a last twirl and brought her to his chest. She looked up at him with sparkles in her eyes, a smile adorning her face. Many times he had stopped to admire her face but here under the chandelier, surrounded by music he felt like the luckiest man in the world. He felt himself lean down, just barely brushing his lips over hers. But then as quick as their moment had begun, it ended. He felt a bubble pop inside his head as he pulled away from her. Guilt had filled his mind once again as he grumbled and motioned her that it was time to leave. Y/N watched in disbelief as he stormed out of the room and out to the carriages. He had been so close and now he felt miles away.

tags: @lharrietg @carleywhittaker @tonystankschild@headheartbellarke @baebee35 @lady-loki-ren

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan smut #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky imagine

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extremelyblackandwhite · 2 years

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“i’m the christmas gift!” “…somebody murder me and bury my body six feet under.” With frank

pairing: rockstar!sebastian stan x writer!reader

a/n: thank you so much for your request! if anyone else wants to participate, here’s the instructions

12 days of christmas - day 4

Frank wasn't entirely sure when he first met Y/N, or how he actually knew her, or why they’d been introduced. He knew she was the daughter of her mother’s best friend, Anna or Susanna, honestly he didn’t remember - he only knew she was his mother’s favourite person who probably had been introduced to him by accident. He was no walk in the park, he refused to be - after all, how fun could it be to be a goody two shoes. Y/N, on the other hand, was probably the child his mother wish she could’ve had, which is why he enjoyed teasing the heck out of her. It was so easy. As a child, he usually would pull on her pigtails but as they grew up and that tactic grew childish, he just begun giving her nicknames she hated, or placing her books in the tallest places in the house whenever she came to visit. He had to say he did look forward to the holidays merely to see how he could fluster her this year - it had become a holiday tradition of sorts. When they were children he would hide behind the tree and scare her whenever she passed by or would pull the bow from her hair but as they grew up, things became different.

Frank guessed he hadn’t noticed how different they had become until the First Christmas after college when she came to give her parents gift to his mother and it was almost as if they were meeting again. That Christmas, that memory of her in red coloured dresses with a big bow around her waist got replaced by tailored clothing which made her look straight out of a Ralph Lauren advert. She had grown up and he seemed to have remained frozen in that era. As he usually did whenever faced with lack of growth, he rebelled against it and soon enough he was back to teasing her.

- God, you’re such a baby. - she huffed just as he had placed the egg cartoon on top of the fridge where she could not reach it. - Get them back!

- I thought you were a strong independent woman.

- Fuck off, Frank. - she started to jump up and down, attempting to grab them but failing. - You’re such a dick!

- That’s not the way to speak with your closest, oldest friend.

- Old, perhaps ... - she dragged a chair to the front, before standing on top of it to grab the egg cartoon. - But not close.

He playfully held his chest, still slightly laughing at her reaction as she went back to baking as she usually did. Every Christmas she would come by and make cookies as a gift for the family and that didn’t change. Her hair colour did, her hair length and how she looked, but that remained. Funny how in the mess that had come of his life, she had remained in it. Part of him found it terrifying the moment she’d leave or get a family and no longer come here for Christmas - yet he’d never admit it to himself. That would just surface feelings he would not be able to cope with.

- So, did you get your mum something this year?

- Expensive candle. - he joined her on the kitchen counter, taking one of the gum drops for himself. - Jo Malone one.

- Wow, I’m surprised your hippy dippy job allows you to purchase something like that. - a small smirk appeared on her face. - Must have a big credit card bill.

- Oh, don’t worry little miss perfect, I did get your a Christmas present this year.

- Oh, really? - she wiped her hands off on her apron. - And what is it? Another pine cone?

- No, darling. I’m the Christmas gift! - he moved his eyebrows suggestively.

Y/N rolled her eyes, grabbing the tray with the cookies and moving towards the oven so she could bake the cookies and go back home where the fireplace was on and her aunt was probably preparing the “why are you single?” discourse before attempting to get her together with anyone suitable from her Yenta notebook.

- Think about it. - he followed her. - I’m hot, you’re barely tolerable, we had our first kiss together ...

- You kissed me, I didn’t kiss you back.

- Tomato, tomato. You know darling, plenty of girls would like to have me under their Christmas tree.

- I would rather have somebody murder me and bury my body six feet under than actually having to sleep with you or kiss you again.

- You know, little miss perfect, one day I’ll win you over by annoying you past the point of no return.

- Sure. - she crossed her arms. - Hope is everlasting, isn’t that what they say?

- See you New Years’ Eve, darling.

- See you around, Frank.

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jayankles · 3 years

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The Culmination: Endgame

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 2362

Summary: Y/N doesn’t feel so good and it’s not like her to not answer the phone to Sebastian. He was right to send over Josie, Y/N’s friend, over to find out what’s wrong.

Warnings: Angst, Implied Smut, Fluff

Written for: @anyfandomangstbingo | @anyfandomfluffbingo | @anyfandomgoesbingo

Squares Filled: Sick fic | first time | “I really don’t like doing this over the phone”

A/N - Blake Lively is not a representation of the reader; it’s just for the dress. And the other beautiful woman is exactly who I pictured for Josie.

Feedback is gold and appreciated

Of course, you were sick today. The day that Sebastian had told you that he was to take a day at the gym then spend it with Don. You knew that when you woke up this morning it wasn’t going to be a good day, the cold sheets a little foreshadowing of how your day would have gone. The little guttural feeling you had punching you in the gut right now, it had you on the floor, bent over the toilet seat with your head in the bowl.

You felt awful. Unable to move, unless it was your throat spasming. Definitely the worst day so far, you couldn’t move and when you finally were able to move at all you felt like a robot. Not a good look.

You decided that it was time to head back to bed, none of your food would stay down so you made yourself a bottle of water and stumbled into bed with a bucket in your hand, ready to put the bucket on the floor beside your bed.

Pulling at the covers, you curled up under them and took a swig of your drink. Tears rolled down your face as you felt the pain grow stronger, you rubbed your stomach in hopes it would make you feel better; it didn’t.

All you could do was pray that you would fall asleep to not feel this pain anymore. Sleep evaded you. The pain is all there is that you feel. You threw up another three times before you finally succumbed to the pleasures of sleep. Rattling of keys had been the object that had drawn you out of your few moments of slumber. You didn’t dare move though, there was no point, you couldn’t move anyway.

“Y/N! Y/N, where are you?” It took you a minute to realise that it was your friend, Josie, shouting your name in hopes of finding you. “Y/N, Whe- There you are. What are you still doing in bed? Oh...”

She looked as if she sighed out a breath of relief before she retracted, covering her mouth and nose with her hand. Inhaling the stench of the room, she quickly ran out of there, returning with air freshener, spraying it around you to make her feel better.

“You need a bath, babe. Stay here and I’ll run you one. Of course you’re going to stay here, you poor thing.” Josie rambled, you stopped her before she could go on for another hour.

“Jo, pour some lavender in there. Love you.”

Freshly out of the bath after thirty minutes, you were wrapped up in Sebastian’s bathrobe, a reminder that he was home as it still smelt like him. “I hate feeling like this. It sucks. But I feel better already.”

Josie softly smiled at you, pity in her eyes. “Must have been that nap you took but I know it sucks. Could you imagine Seb with this kinda illness, though? It would be 100% worse just because it’s man flu.”

“Thank you for being here.” You said, taking a seat on the couch. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“Seb called, said he tried texting and video chatting you but you wouldn’t pick up. I guess he was right to have me come over and check on you.”

“He’s such a cutie.” You groaned as you walked, the bath only slightly relieving some of the pain.

“I know. It makes me wanna barf… not like you, though. That shit is nasty, no, thank you, ma’am.” She tutted through a pinched nose, reminding of just how gross you felt and smelt not even a mere hour ago.

“You’re a pleasure as always, Jo. Always so kind to me, when I feel like shit. Thank you.”

She shrugged knowingly, a smirk on her face as she reached forward for the remote, finding a music channel and turning it down a little so it faded into the background becoming nothing but white noise. “So do you know what brought this on? Eat some bad food?”

“I don’t think so, otherwise Seb would feel the same way right?”

“Well you aren’t pooping as well as being sick so this isn’t a viral or bacterial thing. You’re not burning up? No severe migraines?” She asked and you only had one answer.

“Nope. And no, my appendix hasn’t burst because I’ve already had it out.” You said, becoming tired again as you let out a yawn.

“Well, I think I might need to slip out for a little bit.”

“Why? Where are you going? I thought you were going to take care of me?”

“I am. I’m just gonna head to the store and grab you some stuff to make tomato soup. I’ll be twenty minutes tops.” Josie was true to her word, never taking more than the twenty minutes she promised. Putting the bag of groceries on the counter, Josie pulls out the contents, revealing the ingredients she offered to get for you but you could tell that there was something else in the bag.

“What’s in there?”

Josie was fidgety, her fingers twiddling together. “I need you to keep an open mind because I think I know why you’re grossly throwing up.”

“Hit me. I wanna know how I can feel better right now.”

“It’s a good thing that you’re sitting down because…” She paused, making a face that she knew you weren’t going to like. “Because I think you’re pregnant.” her face unchanging as she pulled out the pregnancy test.

Then it hit you.

No.No.No. Fuck!

Hands dancing.

Tongues twining.

Passion blooming.

It was everything you could have asked for when he was away but now that Sebastian was back, you couldn’t keep your hands off of him. You covered every area of the apartment possible.

Oh crap.

“Fuck!”

“Yes you did.” Josie laughed at her own joke, the reaction not quite the same on your end.

“Oh god, Sebastian is going to kill me. He’s never going to want to talk to me. Why was I so stupid? Oh, I’m never gonna hear from him again. I’ll be kicked out. I’ll be a single mother. I’m gonna have to live with you and if I have this baby, you’re gonna hate me, then you’re gonna kick me out too. ”

Josie scoffed at you, helping you scurf back your hair away from your face, making you look into her wide eyes. “First of all, chill. I gotchu, you know I gotchu forever. Sebastian isn’t like that, but if he is you will never see him again and that is a promise and maybe a little bit of a threat. He’ll deserve it if he hurts you so. Just be my alibi if anything ever happens. Just go take the test. Negative? You’re just sick. Positive? You call Sebastian and you talk to him like an adult.”

“Why are you always right? Don’t you ever get sick of it?” You huffed before you smiled at her, squeezing at her hand after taking the small handful of the pregnancy test boxes back to the bathroom.

Five minutes passed and you were holding the peed on sticks in your hand, four out of five of them being positive. “I think I need to call Sebastian, and a doctor.”

After making an appointment with the doctor, you took a deep breath and pressed the button to call Sebastian. He picks up the call pretty quickly and you are not surprised.

“Y/N! Finally! Are you okay? What happened?”

“Hey bubba. I’m fine, just a little sickness. But I really don’t like doing this over the phone. When are you coming home. We need to talk.”

Two months later.

It was the night of the premiere of Avengers: Endgame and you couldn’t be more thrilled for the success that the Marvel Franchise had. It was 10 years of absolute lovable craziness. Thank you, Stan Lee.

You had no idea that you would be here on the aptly coloured, purple carpet with Sebastian after all you would have thought that you would still be with him after the whole pregnancy fiasco but the two of you were able to talk things through. Things were thrown, voices were raised, and tears were shed but still after all of that, Sebastian made the executive decision to calm the two of you down. The stress was no good for anyone at this point. You were both going to be parents; it’s what was established.

The two of you walked hand in hand, palms sweating as the cameras flashed, and photographers called out to each and every star that was involved in the production of Endgame. The culmination of the whole franchise was just so surreal, the fact that it was ending with a bang both made you swell with pride but it also made you a tad emotional because this collection of amazing characters wouldn’t continue but the legacy they left would. And that was what mattered.

“Sebastian! Y/N! Over here!” You heard from one of the interviewers, looking beautiful in her outfit, Sebastian rubbed his thumb across your knuckles, you were going to be okay. He was right there with you and you had done this a few times before. He was there for you.

“Hi.” “Hello. You and Sebastian answered at the same time, making the interviewer laugh.

“Wait, I remember you. I bought you a soup in a thermos and Tom gave you his jacket. I see we got lucky with good weather today, huh?” You said, smiling at her.

“Yes. You remember me?!” The woman turned to the camera looking right into the lens of it. “Guys, I’m fangirling so hard right now. Ah!”

Once the woman got her fangirling out of the way, she moved onto the interview, trying to get any information that she could before the movie premiered. Sebastian took over that one, telling her that there was no way that they were allowed to say anything about the movie other than he was dust.

“Now we’ve got that movie non gossip out of the way. Are you okay to talk freely about your pregnancy?”

You looked to Sebastian, it was his decision just as much as it was yours, you knew that Sebastian wanted to keep his private life separate from his professional acting career. “It’s okay, honey. Go ahead.”

“I think you’re good to go.”

“Thank you. I must say that you do look stunning in that dress.” She gushed, you thanked her, hiding your face a little. You loved this dress, the nude under layer and the little white and purple flowers that scattered across your dress, your bump barely visible through your dress.

“How far along are you?”

“Well, we’re in the first week of the second trimester. So I’m a little more confident when telling you that.”

“That’s amazing. Was the pregnancy planned at all?”

You made a face, sucking in a little air, looking to Sebastian for a little light to be shed on the situation. “Not at all. It was Y/N’s friend that actually realised that her morning sickness wasn’t her having the flu. She felt absolutely awful that morning, it was enough to know that it was bad when I tried to call her and I didn’t get an answer.

“We had our issues, you know, we didn’t know what to do, we're new at this. But I think that it’s important to know that you don’t abandon your family.” Sebastian softly smiled at you, subconsciously putting a hand on your slowly growing stomach. “I guess that is what this franchise is about though, right? It’s about family and- and looking out for one another. Everybody’s got a somebody here and I love that.”

“And Thanos, fucks it all up and snaps his goddamn fingers.” The three of you and the cameraman began to laugh at your little outburst about the mad, purple titan. “God, I can’t wait for the premiere tonight but I’m scared. For everybody. But especially for me, you know, I’m an emotional person anyway, add a hormonal woman to the mix and a whole lot of angst. Get my ice cream and tissues ready, because I’m coming for you, Thanos.”

“I heard that!”

“Love you, Josh. For the record, Josh is a nice guy, the character he plays is a big old sack of balls and I have no idea how he does it so convincingly.” Lovingly, you made eyes at Seb. “But it’s just like my Sebastian, a dark hydra assassin but in reality he’s a big ball of sunshine and goofiness. And I love him for it.”

“This is- this is what gets me.” The interviewer leaned in a little as Sebastian’s voice dropped to a slight whisper. “I know that she is going to be the best mom for our child because Y/N loves everything and everyone and that is a great quality to have but she’s also caring and matches my goofy side but her sass outweighs mine of course, no one can beat that.”

“Aww, he’s making me cry already. Seb,” you whined. “My makeup.”

“Well that's it folks.” The woman spoke, telling the audience that this was one of the cutest interviews that she had ever taken, that she could die happy and quickly saying congratulations before the two of you were whisked away to walk the carpet again and pose for pictures.

“You’re way too good to me, you know that right?” You said to Seb as you admired the sky blue suit he was wearing over his plain white tee. “I never even got to tell them that this baby will have the hottest dad in the world as well as the sweetest man. Thank you for being my baby daddy.”

Unbeknownst to you, the cameras had caught every single moment the two of you shared. The kisses you shared together, were now shared with the world, all over social media. At this point you didn’t care, you only cared about the man in front of you and the baby growing in your stomach. And this god damn movie!

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illicit affairs

Mob!seb x nanny!reader

Run-through: You work for the city’s most feared and respected mob boss, Sebastian. Sure, he has a bad reputation on the news, and most people would stay as far away from him as possible, but not you. Because to you, he’s just the single dad whose toddlers you watch Monday through Friday. You admire the man, but he holds a secret close to his heart – despite knowing you are in a relationship, he can’t help but fall hopelessly in love with you...

Themes: mob!seb, smut, angst, mentions of infidelity, fluff

Sebastian came home late, again.

Work had been stressful lately, but the sight of his home made him feel much, much better. Inside the mansion, he knew his two boys would be asleep by now, after causing a ruckus all day. Tucked into bed by you.

As he stepped inside his home, he had a smile on his face just at the thought of you. Y/N…

He had appointed you to be his kids’ nanny about a year ago. And he knew it was wrong, but for the past year or so there wasn’t day where he hadn’t wished that you were his girl instead. He knew you were in a relationship with a boyfriend of yours. And yet, each time he saw your face – which was almost each morning and evening during the week – he couldn’t help but tell himself that he would treat you so much better.

Maybe it was your warmth, or your gentleness. Or how you could take control of the situation whenever the boys acted up. He had always liked you, since the very first day. But the day he knew his feelings for you were so much more firm and real than just a crush happened a few months ago;

The eldest of the twins, Stefan, had a pretty serious allergic reaction to something he ate. It was Sebastian’s fault. But despite it being a weekend, when the boy was rushed to the hospital, Sebastian called you; panicking and scared and worried sick.

You didn’t think twice before driving to the hospital as well. You had grown to adore his boys, they were so precious. And hearing that one of them was sick, you panicked as well. You also rushed because you knew Sebastian would be alone and you had grown to care about him as well. There, as soon as he saw you down the hallway, Sebastian didn’t think twice before rushing to hug you. It did take you by surprise, his sudden display of affection but you comforted the worried father nonetheless.

It surprised him as well, that he relied on you for emotional support. But he had been lonely his whole life, and he didn’t know what to do. You were the closest thing he had to a friend or family, so he held on to you. Something changed that day, for the two of you.

Since that day, his feelings for you solidified. And despite it being wrong, he couldn’t help it. He wanted you. Craved you more than he had anything before. But you were taken.

Sebastian stepped into the large, open living room and found you gathering his kids’ toys into a huge basket. You were knelt on the carpet flooring and you had a faint smile on your face as you put away the chaos caused by the 4-year old little monsters.

He lingered around and admired you from afar. Your hair was down today, red lipstick like always. You wore a little, black summer dress. You looked breathtaking. So close, but he couldn’t just reach out and touch you because you belonged to someone else.

How he wished you were his and he could just have you in his arms and kiss you and tell you about his day after he asked you about yours. Sebastian scoffed quietly at the thought of the boyfriend you had. Lucky bastard, whoever he was.

He cleared his throat and that caught your attention. “You’re back,” you said softly and smiled at him. You rose to your feet. “I just put them to bed.”

Sebastian smiled and nodded. Then pointed at the pile of mess around your feet. “I’m sorry they make such a mess all the time.”

You smiled and shook your head. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.” You replied and Sebastian smiled bigger.

“Well, once you’re done handling it, could you come up and meet me in the library? There’s something we need to discuss before you leave.”

You smiled and nodded. “Sure, Mr. Stan.”

He sighed as he turned around to leave. “For the hundredth time, Y/N, it’s Sebastian.” He said playfully and left the room.

You smiled and watched him leave. He was so easy to be around. And talk to. And you would be lying if you said you didn’t find the man charming and attractive with his bad boy charm around all the time. He was the kind of man who dominated whatever room he entered. Handsome, dangerous and electric – he had quite the reputation for being bad.

But you were one amongst the few people who knew that Sebastian also had a heart of gold. He was good to his kids, better than most parents were. He was attentive and dedicated his entire weekends to his boys. He made his kids his priority. And they loved him, he was their superhero.

You talked to him each day, usually after the kids went to bed, which is around the same time he comes home. You filled him in on the day, told him about all the mischief the boys were up to and showed him all the work they did with their teacher who came by each day. Sebastian preferred his kids to be privately tutored from home, instead of risking sending them to school. And he was more than able to afford an expensive education for them, he practically owned a huge chunk of the city itself.

He was quite hard to read though. In the beginning, you used to think he didn’t like you, given how little he talked to you. But over time, he opened up just a little more. You didn’t know much about him in the beginning, other than the fact that he was a mob. But the more time you spent in his house, the more you heard the housekeepers talk about him.

So far you gathered that the reason he was a single dad is because he had a temporary fling with a woman he didn’t know too well, but then she got pregnant but decided she couldn’t take up the responsibility of being a mother so when the babies were born, she handed them over to Sebastian and took off. No one’s heard of her since. And the reason why Sebastian doesn’t date or marry is because he’s very protective of his kids and can’t just let anyone in his life anymore. Besides, dating such a powerful man couldn’t possibly be just anyone’s cup of tea. Being in a relationship with him would be thrilling, risqué – almost illicit given his reputation. So you thought.

You admired many things about him, but mainly how he made his family and their happiness his priority.

After you tidied up the toys, you took the stairs up and walked over to the grand library/study room Sebastian had in his house. He didn’t read much, but he did tell you that you were more than welcomed to use it whenever you wanted. So you did spend a lot of time here actually, when the kids napped during the day or when they were taking lessons from their teacher.

You knocked on the door, and he asked you to come in. You smiled at him as you entered, he sat at his large, mahogany desk with a glass of wine in his hand. He had changed out of his dark suit, now in a cream colored sweater. He still looked better than ever. You wouldn’t lie, you did have an innocent crush on the man. How could you not?

“Have a seat.” He said warmly, pointing at the chair right across him. “Wine?”

You shook your head. “No, thank you.” he kept his eyes on you as he took a sip out of his glass. And it was situations like these with him that made it hard to breathe for you. Why did he have to be so handsome? Focus, Y/N. “You said you wanted to discuss something.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I… uh, we’ll get to that in a minute. Tell me about your day.” He listened patiently, with a permanent smile on his face, as you told him all about what the boys did during the day. Truth is, as much as he loved listening about all the things his sons did, he also loved listening to your voice. It calmed him down after his long, and hard days at work.

The conversation flowed back and forth between the two of you almost effortlessly. And he finally got to the point. What he needed to talk to you about was regarding his work. Turns out, his guys are perfectly able to handle fights and guns but they were morons when it came to paperwork. So Sebastian needed someone to handle his paperwork here from home. Somewhat like a PA. And he knew he’d have a hard time trusting someone else, and he knew you were more than capable of doing it. So he decided to ask you instead.

Part of the reason why he asked you may or may not have been because if you did agree to it, you’d be around him a lot more. Given you would be spending much more time at his place.

“Your salary would be doubled the figure it is now. However you would have to sacrifice some more hours of your personal time for me each day. Maybe even sometimes on the weekends.” He paused and watched you intently. “I know it’s a lot to ask for, but things have been rough lately and I can’t trust anyone else.” He explained.

You gave it a proper thought. Doubled the salary? Your current salary was in itself much, much more than most nannies. Also, taking up this job as well would result in you spending more time here, and around the kids – whom you adored more than anything. You couldn’t see the cons of saying yes.

“If it’s alright with you, I would love to take up the job.” You answered, looking down at your lap.

Sebastian smiled. “Think about it, I’m asking for a lot of your time. Will your boyfriend be okay with that?” he asked. It burnt his tongue to even say it out loud. He scoffed under his breath. He hadn’t ever met your boyfriend, only saw him once when he came to pick you up one night. Sebastian never talked to him or anything, but he still hated the guy more than anything.

He watched how your demeanor changed at the mention of your boyfriend. You seemed… sad. What the hell? You kept your eyes on your lap but to Sebastian it seemed like something was wrong. “Are you okay, Y/N?” he asked again, setting his glass down.

You chuckled sadly. “Yes,” you exhaled loudly, “Everything’s alright.” you still didn’t meet his eyes and Sebastian grew worried.

“Look at me,” he used his ‘mob boss voice’ and you had to obey, all while ignoring the unfamiliar chill dancing down your spine which was not unpleasant at all. “Something’s bothering you.” he pointed out in his no nonsense voice. “What is it?”

You shrugged. “I’m fine, Mr. Stan. It’s nothing.” You said. But Sebastian persisted. He shook his head and stared at you attentively right in the eyes.

“You’re not leaving this room until you tell me what’s bothering you.” he sounded authoritative but not pushy. And for some weird reasons, his voice reverberated through you and ended right where it shouldn’t – in between your legs.

You cleared your throat to try to make it seem like his intense stare and the lingering scent of his cologne weren’t making you weak in the knees. You chuckled again nervously out of habit. “I shouldn’t be discussing my personal problems with my employer, Mr. Stan.” You spoke politely, almost playfully.

Sebastian stood up, and walked around the table and sat down on the seat beside you – all while maintaining your stare. “Then let me be a friend.” he inched closer to you, leaning his body forward with his elbows on each one of his knees. “What is it? Tell me.” His voice was quiet, soft but still raw and manly. And if it’s that boyfriend of yours, I will kill him.

You found your voice again. “Uh, well I found out earlier this week that my boyfriend’s been cheating on me for a month now.” you looked up and smiled sadly at Sebastian. “But I just don’t have the courage or the energy to argue and confront and break up, it just… it seems like- I don’t know, I’m so sorry I shouldn’t be telling you all this, I-,”

Yup, definitely killing him.

He cut you off by leaning forward again and taking your hands from your lap and held them in his. His thumb gently stroked the back of your hand mindlessly as he stared at you. Surprisingly, you felt lighter after tell him.

Sebastian was surprised as well. Who in their right mind would treat you like this? He flashed back to earlier this week and you seemed perfectly fine. Maybe you suppressed your emotions and put on a façade for work but it still made him upset that he didn’t see it. He should’ve seen it.

“Hey,” he scooted to the edge of the seat just to be closer to you and a whiff of your perfume hit him right in the nose and he almost closed his eyes to relish it but that would be weird, so he got a grip on himself. “You don’t deserve to be treated like this. You should’ve dumped his ass the minute you found out, Y/N. I mean, why the hell are you still with him?” he sounded a little hyper.

You looked down to where your hands rested in his large, warm ones. “I don’t know. Relationships are complicated. I was scared, and worried. The thought of having to search for someone else, date them and trust them again, it seemed so… tiring.” You chuckled dryly again. “Besides, I doubt anyone would want to take me seriously.”

He noticed the sadness in your voice and he didn’t like it one bit. Not only was that asshole of a boyfriend of yours cheating on you, but he was also making you feel insecure about yourself. And Sebastian couldn’t hold it in anymore. You were so close, he could just lean in and kiss you. But he figured he should confess first.

“Take you seriously?” Sebastian shook his head, as if unable to believe what you were saying. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked, his eyes showing an emotion you couldn’t quite name.

“Sebastian… what?” you were confused. Heart racing at the proximity, your body on fire just because he held your hands, and your emotions were a mess. Just one thing made sense; him.

Sebastian looked down at your hands in his and then looked back up at you. “I can’t be in the same room as you for long. Know why? Because I’m not sure I can contain myself around you. You drive me crazy. You’ve stolen my heart since day one, and then you took over my entire being.”

He paused and let you process it all, then continued. “If you were mine I’d spend every single minute loving you and showing you just how much I need you.” he lowered his eyes again. “I thought I was dead inside, but then you walked into my life and I’ve never felt more alive. I can’t hide it anymore, Y/N, I’m aching to be with you. I need you.”

Your lips parted in surprise. His revelation left you speechless. A man like him wanting you was something you couldn’t wrap your head around. You stood up in surprise, he stood up as well, not letting go of your hand.

“You can leave if you’d like and never come back.” He said. “But I don’t want you to. I need you here with me, please.” He didn’t what he was pleading for. For you to stay? For you to give him a chance?

You thought back to all the times your body tingled or your heart fluttered each time he did something nice or each time he gave you a brief hug before you drove back home. Or how patient he was with the kids and how he was a perfect family man. Did you feel the same way this whole time?

“Sebastian… I- I don’t know what to say to you.” you voiced out your inner thoughts. You were scared that you might say the wrong thing and ruin everything.

He smiled softly at you, stepping closer. “Don’t say anything. Just let me show you.” he let go of your hand and cupped your face. “Can I kiss you?” he asked.

You found yourself nodding and inching closer. His hands grabbed your waist as he pressed his body into yours. And his eyes never left yours. He captured your lips in a deep kiss; pouring everything he felt for you into it. You held him close with your hands around his neck. His tongue slipped into your mouth slowly stroking the top of your mouth. He moaned into the kiss and deepened it.

Sebastian moved swiftly, he turned you around and pushed you onto the edge of the desk almost effortlessly. He broke the kiss and pulled away to look at you. Swollen lips and chest heaving, and a hunger in both your eyes.

He didn’t say anything, he leaned in to kiss you again and rested his hands on your thighs. He pushed your legs further apart and settled in between them as he kissed down your neck. His lips latched on the skin around your collar bones. He nibbled, kissed, and licked the skin as you moaned quietly in his ear. His lips slowly moved to the side of your throat, leaving dark red marks behind on your skin. Your hands roamed his muscular back as you pulled him closer. Nothing on your mind but just that you wanted Sebastian; and you wanted him bad.

He slipped his hand under the skirt of your dress, touching your skin with his warm hands as he traced imaginary shapes along your inner thighs; leaving goose bumps where his fingers made contact with your skin. He was close, or so close to your core and he could feel the heat radiating off of it. He moaned shamelessly into your mouth, making your body tremble against his.

“Fuck…” he swore as he pulled away to check if you were just a disheveled and needy as he was. He concluded that you were. “Can I touch you, sweetheart?” he asked, breathing heavily. You nodded quickly. Thinking he would push your underwear aside and finger you, you let out a little gasp of surprise when you felt him drag your underwear down your legs as he himself got on his knees in front of you.

He took off your underwear and threw it aside. Then kissed his way up your legs, leaving kisses along your thighs. His stubble rough against your soft skin. His lips were soft against you as he left marks all over the skin of your inner thighs. His wet mouth moved from your inner thighs to your core abruptly, catching you by surprise. He grabbed your right hip and hooked it over his shoulder; and there you were – completely at his mercy just like he had always fantasized about.

You moaned as his lips moved between your glistening folds, his tongue teasing your entrance, lips sucking on your clit. Your hands cradled his head in between your legs, you threw your head back and moaned as quietly as you could. He moaned against you, sending pleasurable vibrations all over your body. He secured your leg over his shoulder once more and he ate you out passionately, closing his eyes and savoring your taste. He made you forget every worry you ever had in the world.

Being here with him was all you could focus on. Sebastian’s tongue circled your clit lazily as he inserted two fingers into you and pumped them in and out of you rapidly. He felt your walls clench around his fingers and you moaned louder and louder with each stroke of his fingers against your walls. Your body throbbed at his touch, your desire burning.

“Cum for me, come on sweetheart.” He said, in a strained voice and you couldn’t contain the sweet pressure anymore so you let go and as you moaned out loud one last time before coming undone all over his tongue. He lapped up everything you had to offer. He spread your legs further apart as he shamelessly licked each and every drop of your cum as it spilled out of you. Finally, he let go of your legs and stood up again.

You were panting but you still pulled him in for a kiss. Tasting yourself on his lips gave you a rush, so powerful that you began lowering his sweatpants yourself, impatient to just have him in you already. Sebastian pulled away for a second. “You want this, right sweetheart?”

You nodded, unable to talk. And you leaned in for a kiss again. Oh you needed him in you badly and at once. Sebastian aided you in lowering down his pants and pulled you closer. Slowly, he slipped inside of you, groaning at how tight you were. You felt his length stretching you like no one ever did. You gasped and moaned as he filled you in.

He reached down to grab your legs again and wrapped them around his waist. He grunted as he started rocking in and out of you slowly, leaning down to give you a messy kiss. He smiled when you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. He pulled away and gently pushed your body down on the table. Your back laid flat against the wooden table top and you whined at the feeling of his cock moving swiftly in and out of you. You could feel your walls gripping him and milking him as he pounded into you.

You moaned feeling all of him; stretching you, filling you up, moving rapidly in and out of you to the point where the only thing you could focus on was the pressure he caused around your lower abdomen.

“Fuck… You’ve been driving me crazy for so long, Y/N.” He whispered, pounding into you relentlessly, as he bent down to bite your lower lip and tug on it. You moaned at his words and upon hearing the wet, slapping sounds your bodies made when they came in contact with one another.

Your legs trembled as you wrapped them tighter around his waist. His thrust was relentless and unbearably good. You closed your eyes as you felt your walls clenching around him and the pressure around your lower body felt tight and hot. Sebastian looked down at you as you clenched around his cock.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Cum for me…” he whispered and that was honestly all you needed to hear before you came undone all around him. Whimpering and back arching off his desk, you came hard around his cock.

He panted as he kept pounding into you as your orgasm washed over you, your walls squeezing him violently. You mumbled his name over and over again as you came, body trembling under his intense gaze. He watched you in awe, lips parted, breaths in rags, heart racing. Oh he wasn’t done with you yet, he wanted more.

Sebastian managed to get you to the couch, he’d take you on every single furniture he owned if he could honestly. But for now, the couch will do. For now. He had you kneeling on the couch; hips and ass up while your hands gripped the cushions to steady yourself.

You couldn’t see him, but you knew he was there, behind you ready to pounce on you like an animal. His hand reached around and pulled your head back just a little. His lips hovered over the side of your throat as his hand reached around and toyed with your folds; his fingers rubbed around your clit and making you tremble and moan again.

You were a little sore from earlier, and you weren’t sure you would last very long this time. But he was seductively persuasive; he didn’t even have to say anything, just one touch from him was enough to make you burn with desire again. You were willing to just give into him and let him pleasure you.

“I thought that once I had you, I’d be tamed,” His voice was deep and low and gravelly when he whispered in your ear, his tongue licking along your neck while he abruptly stopped toying with your folds. “But now, I just want to be in you again and have you scream my name and cum around me again. And again. Don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it, sweetheart.”

His hand gripped your hair and tugged on it, harsher than earlier and his action earned a moan out of you. You whimpered, “I want you Sebastian, please.” You murmured, voice laced with need and lust wanting him to completely ruin you, he pulled back from your neck and kissed along your shoulders.

“Oh baby… I want you just as much.” He whispered, kissing your skin. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you. I’ll take care of you.”

He pushed you forward, making your ass stick out against him. He gripped each side of your hips, tightly. He pushed into you without a word said; earning a sinful moan out of you. He groaned and grunted as he filled you up entirely; your ass cheek pressing into his pelvic bone as he pounded into you, desperately trying to make you cum for the second time tonight.

You held on to the pillows tightly, and your mind felt foggy as your felt the familiar pressure forming again in no time. You were barely able to keep yourself up, and if it weren’t for his tight grip on you, you would’ve collapsed on the couch long ago.

He rammed his cock in and out of you incessantly while he fucked you into oblivion. You moaned wantonly, worn-out and still craving more and more of him. He took you higher…and higher and the sounds that came out of his mouth made your walls throb and clench around him each time he filled you up. You liked him here, snug inside you. Thick and pulsating against your walls; stretching you out just like before.

With a few more strokes of his thick cock, you felt his thrust becoming irregular, and felt his cock throb against your walls violently. You tightened around him, and he groaned and growled as he came; buried deep within you – grunting swearing under his breath. His warm cum shoot at your walls and you trembled again as he filled you up with his load.

Moments later, you found yourself lying on his damp chest, listening to his heartbeats as he ran a hand down your back, calming you down. You had your arms wrapped around him lazily. The only sound you could hear were his heartbeats and the sound of your breathing.

You didn’t feel an ounce of awkwardness or shame as you laid in the arms of the man you worked for. And neither did he regret doing what he did. It was comfortable, being in each other’s arms. Sebastian spoke up first, breaking the silence.

“So are you going to break up with what’s his name or should I be the one to break the news to him by beating the living shit out of him?” he asked, making you giggle.

His tough and broody nature was one of the major reasons why you found him attractive. Everyone loves a rebel, broody man with bad boy charm. You laughed and lifted your head up from his chest and found him smiling down at you.

“There’s no need. He’s not worth your time. I’ll call him, tonight itself.” You spoke and he reached out to caress your face softly.

“Make that tomorrow morning. You’re sleeping over tonight.” he announced and you chuckled.

“Yeah? Says who?” you teased.

“Your boyfriend, and your boss.” He answered like it was no big deal.

You gasped playfully. “Boyfriend? Oh my! When did we establish that?”

He smirked. “When you were screaming my name while I was deep inside you just a minute ago.” His answer made you blush and hide your face in his chest. He laughed.

“Look who’s shy now!” he teased you and you groaned, trying to hide your face further. “Hey, look at me sweetheart.” he said and you looked up, face burning a little. “Be mine.”

As you looked into his eyes you realized something; that you’ve never felt this peaceful, this comfortable or this warm with your cheating ass boyfriend. But you felt it with Sebastian. You had been in a relationship for quite a few months now, but you’ve never felt any of the emotions you felt in the past hour in that relationship.

Here with Sebastian, you felt a sense of belonging. It resembled that feeling of when you’re on your way home from a party late at night and then finally climb up the stairs which lead you to your front door. It felt like coming home after a long day.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked again, seeing you weren’t saying a word.

You shook your head, a wave of emotions just hitting you right in the face. “Nothing. I like you, a lot. Just… we’re not moving too fast, right?”

He smiled. “I don’t know about you, but I’ve been ready for this since the day I met you.” he said again, making you smile. “Stay over tonight, it’s late already. As from tomorrow, we’ll take it at any pace you prefer.” He spoke, surprisingly with how understanding he sounded. “Besides, you’re welcome to use the guest room. But I would prefer you sleep in my bed. Because I mean, now that you’ll be my new PA, and watching with the kids and after I make love you to for hours after I get home every day, you’d most probably be too tired to drive back home. I mean, if it were up to me, I’d move you in with me right now and we c-,”

You cut him off with a kiss. He smiled and kissed you back. He knew he was being a little ridiculous but he had been waiting for you to show him some affection for too long and he was more than happy that he finally had you now. “Let’s take it a little slower than that, okay?”

“Okay. I just… I don’t want to let you go.” He tightened his grip around you, like a kid holding on to his favorite blanket.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You smiled and kissed his chest.

Turns out, being with him was not dangerous or risqué, or illicit at all; it was beautiful.

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ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes · 6 years

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Get to Know You Better Part 26

Chapter Summary: Gabrielle and James go shopping for wedding dresses and he asks her a question about marriage.

Warnings: Mentions of bullying and homophobia

“Alright, what about this one?” I walked back out of the dressing room.

“Oh my God, it looks like the last five you tried on. Literally, they all look the same.” James groaned and sank down on the couch.

I was shopping for a wedding dress because we were just two months away from the big day. I brought along Isabel because she was my maid of honor and James because he was the best man. Sebastian was bringing Stela to a check-up.

I smiled at James. “I’m sorry, baby, I know this is boring but I want your opinion too.”

“You look nice in all of them you just have to pick one.” He replied.

“This boy, oh my God.” Isabel cuddled him close. “You’re so precious.”

James gagged. “You two are so gross.”

“I’m going to get a veil to get the full picture.” Isabel stood up.

“I think it’ll be more boring when you and Sebastian get your tuxes,” I told him.

“It’s all boring. Why can’t you just get married in jeans?”

I laughed and walked up to him sitting on the sofa by the mirrors. “Trust me, one day, when you find the perfect person you’ll want the perfect wedding.” I knelt down and touched his knee. “When you’re in love, you’d do anything for that person.”

James squirmed a little. “Can you marry a boy? I mean, if you’re a boy too?” He asked. "Can two guys get married?"

I was a little surprised and wondered if my son was coming out to me. It was completely out of the blue but I wasn’t angry. “Of course. Do you think you’d want to marry a boy?” I asked gently.

“I dunno.” He shrugged. “I could marry a girl too, I guess. I like Katie but…” He was visibly uncomfortable so I tried to keep as calm as I could.

“But…”

“But there’s a new kid and he’s…I dunno. I’m really happy when we spend time together.” His eyes looked downward. “Does that mean I’m gay?” He whispered. “Because there are some boys who say being gay is bad.”

“Oh, honey.” I touched his cheek. “Whatever you are is okay. You can like girls, you can like boys, and you can like both girls and boys. Whatever you decide is okay. Just know that whatever you feel is right, I won’t love you any less. I just want you to be happy.”

He still looked unsure. “What about Sebastian?”

“Same goes for him. He would never stop loving you. Love is love, James. When someone makes you happy, it doesn’t matter what gender they are. Your happiness is most important to me.”

He smiled slightly and hugged me tightly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I kissed his cheek. “Now who’s this boy?” I asked.

He went bright red. “Gabriel.” He admitted shyly. “He moved from Nevada and he’s a really good singer. He's funny too, we have English and Math together. We always eat lunch together and he said I have pretty eyes.”

“Well, I can’t wait to meet him. He sounds like a keeper to me.”

“Mom, I’m not going to have you meet him, you’d just embarrass me.” He cringed at the idea.

“No, I wouldn’t!” I protested. "I promise I'd be cool."

He rolled his eyes. “I like that dress.” He said. “I think Sebastian would really like it.”

“Think so?” I stood up and turned around in a circle.

“Yeah.” He smiled. “I think so.”

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Isabel offered to watch the kids so Sebastian and I could go out to dinner that night. I wanted to talk to him about a few things so I was glad for the opportunity.

“So, James was asking about marrying another boy,” I told him.

“Oh, wow.” Sebastian looked just as surprised as I had been. “So…did he come out to you?”

“I think he’s still thinking through it.” I held his hand over the table. “But I just wanted you to know in case he comes to you about it. He was worried we wouldn’t accept him because I guess some boys were talking about it negatively.”

Sebastian sighed and shook his head. “That’s stupid. You think in this day and age…”

“They’re young, they’re probably afraid of something they don’t understand. I just hope they shape up, as they get older. The last thing I want is for…” I swallowed.

Sebastian squeezed my hand gently. “It’s okay.”

“I just don’t want him to be bullied for who he is.” I got choked up. “That’s not fair to him.”

“I know. Kids can be cruel, I was bullied in school when I moved here.” He admitted.

“What?” I raised an eyebrow. “You were?”

He chuckled and shrugged. “I mean, I had an accent and I was a little heavier than when I was in college.”

“You looked so cute.” I protested. “Why is it that the kids who are so nice the ones who are picked on?”

“Because they’re the most vulnerable. I mean that’s just how it is.” He pointed out. “I was an easy target. What were you like in school?” He wondered.

“Me? I mean…I wasn’t really picked on. I wasn’t too popular though I just partied a lot. I was valedictorian though, despite that.

“You never told me that.”

“It’s not that important to me. How smart was I, I got knocked up freshman year of college?” I reminded him. “I was so close to dropping out.”

“Doesn’t mean you weren’t smart.”

“Mhm. I guess high school doesn’t matter too much later on. Doesn’t mean it’s not hard.” I stirred my drink slowly.

“James will be okay.” He assured me. “If he needs to talk to me about anything, he can. Just know that if he wants me to keep a secret from you, I probably will.”

“Not if he’s in trouble or in danger,” I replied firmly. "You need to tell me about stuff that might be threatening to him."

“No, of course. I would tell you that stuff. But if he has a crush or anything…”

“Oh, well I already know about his crush,” I replied confidently. “His name is Gabriel.”

Sebastian groaned. “C’mon, he told you before he told me? I thought we were bros! That's not fair, we had guy's night, he could've told me then” He complained.

“Mhm, but he’ll always be mom’s boy first.”

He laughed and lifted my hand to kiss my knuckles. “I’m sure it’ll all work out. We’re a strong family.”

“Yes, we are.” I smiled warmly and knew he was right.

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 3 years

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The Babysitter

Single-Dad!Sebastian Stan X Fem!Reader

Summary: After your sister-in-law gets you a babysitting job, you and Sebastian fall in love.

Warnings: mentions death by birth (briefly) and fluff.

A/n: HI!!! Sorry, I accidentally posted the first draft 🤦‍♀️ but this is the exact same thing just not with the ask. I absolutely loved the idea!!!

You parked the car making your way upstairs. Knocking on the door it was answered by a man maybe 3 years older than you at the most. Behind him you could see a little boy hid poking his head around the corner, he couldn't have been older than 7. He had short light brown hair and bright blue eyes, that was obvious he got from his father. You recognized him from your nephew's class.

"Hello you must be y/n! I'm Sebastian, the spy back there is Julian." He said shaking your hand.

"Nice to meet you." You smiled at him before looking back at the boy. "Hi there hunny."

"Hi." Julian waved shyly.

"Come in." Sebastian welcomed. He was going out to meet up with Chris Evans since he was coming in town. So that's where you came in, you were the aunt of one of Julian's friends from school, along with babysitting for a few of his other friends. "Jule, come all the in and introduce yourself." Sebastian urged the young boy.

"Sorry tata." Julian said running over hiding behind him. "I'm Julian!"

"Nice to meet you Julian! I'm y/n." You smiled.

"I'm going to my toys now." He told his dad before running off.

"He's a delight when you get to know him." Sebastian promised. "Let me give you the run down."

———

"And bedtime is 9 no negotiations, he will try." Sebastian finished listing down the rules.

"Got it I think I can handle that. When will you be back?" You asked him.

"Uh probably around 11 or 12... You can sleep on the couch if you'd like, Netflix is signed in as well." He said.

"Okay got it. Go have a good time. I can handle Julian. Go have fun with your friend."

"Yeah uh sorry I don't leave him much. Julian!! Come say bye." He shouted. Soon the ocean eyed kid came walking into the living room.

"Bye daddy!" He hugged his dad.

"Bye buddy. Be good for y/n." Sebastian kissed his son on the top of the head and left.

"Okay. You have an hour till bedtime how about we got you in jammies and we watch a movie?" You asked.

"Yeah!! Can I pick!"

"Of course!" You smiled as you followed him to his room. "Okay pick your jammies."

"These ones!" He pulled out a pair of Captain America and Winter soldier pajamas. "My daddy is this one." He pointed at one of the characters.

"Woah! That's cool! Need any help?"

"No."

———

A tipsy Sebastian came stumbling into the apartment. He tossed his keys in the dish and went to the living room with intent to just crash on the couch. He had forgotten all about you until he saw you asleep with your feet on his coffee table, and Julian sleeping in your lap one of your hands resting gently on his back. Madagascar playing quietly in the background. He smiled, he wasn't sure about leaving Julian with someone other than his mom and step-dad. He's been raising Julian as a single dad since the day Julian was born. His mother passed giving birth. In those seven years, he's never found a woman worthy of him, and definitely not worthy of being his son's mother figure. It could be the lack of trying, or it could be that when he did try the women didn't like sharing his attention with Julian. That's why when he first saw you at his son's school, he didn't walk over.

He thought you were pretty, and wanted to ask you on a date but just couldn't work up the courage. When he did, you were already leaving, with a boy he recognized as his son's best friend. When your sister in law suggested to him you as a babysitter, he took her up on the offer, getting your number from her.

"Oh your back." A quiet voice whispered. He snapped from his thoughts seeing you rubbing your eyes with one hand keeping the other on Julian's back.

"Yeah." He smiled. "Here let me get him." Sebastian stumbled forward still tipsy.

"I don't think that's a good idea. Just go get ready for bed. I'll get him in his bed. And uh could I sleep here tonight on the couch of course. I think I'm to tired to drive." You gently stood before lifting the 7 year old with some struggle.

"Of course." Sebastian yawned before leaving to his bedroom. You smiled going to Julian's room tucking him in before making your way back to the couch and laying down. Sebastian came out a few minutes later but decided not to disturb you once he saw you about to fall asleep.

———

You shuffled away to the sound of sizzling on the stove. Looking around you saw Sebastian cooking while Julian sat on the counter talking to his dad about the night before. You yawned alerting the men of your consciousness.

"Good morning sleeping beauty." Sebastian smiled at you.

"Morning!" Julian said happily.

"Morning. What's cooking?" You asked sitting up.

"Eggs! I'm helping!" Julian exclaimed. You chuckled walking over.

"Okay Jule go get dressed I gotta talk to Y/n." Sebastian helped his son off the counter.

"You got it, Tata."

"Why does he call you tata?" You asked curiously.

"We're Romanian." Sebastian explained.

"Nice. What did you need to talk about?"

"First you need paid... And second I was wondering if I could maybe take you out for dinner sometime?" Sebastian asked nervously.

"Sure, I'd like that." You smiled.

"Daddy!!! Can I have a lollipop in my lunch today?" Julian asked running in breaking up the moment.

"Sure." Sebastian smiled.

"We'll set up times later." You whispered.

———

That day was almost 6 years ago now, you're been married for two years. Looking back you knew your sister in law was playing matchmaker for you. Not that you cared, you met your now husband and the father of your kids, Julian and Grace.

"Mom! Can you help me?" The now 13 year old Julian asked holding his tie. "Dad's busy with Gracie.

"Of course Hun come here.

"Thanks mom." Julian smiled.

"Hey dragoste? Where is Gracie's new bow is?" Your husband shouted.

"I left it with her dress." You explained. Your family was off to a premiere for one of Sebastian's movies.

"Oh! Found it!" He shouted.

"Okay here-" You started helping your son with his tie.

Once Sebastian was done dressing the 1 year old he made his way into the living room where you were just finishing tying Julian's tie.

"There you go. Very handsome." You smiled kissing your son on the forehead. Sebastian loved seeing your relationship with his son grow. He didn't expect that dinner those years ago would've led to this but he sure was glad.

"Tata! Whatcha think?" Julian said noticing his dad.

"You look great!"

"We need a photo! Julian hold you sister for one photo." You said. Sebastian laughed passing Gracie to Julian.

"Okay mom."

This was your family. Sebastian was so happy watching all the mornings you dance around with Julian in the kitchen while making breakfast. He hopes that Julian's birth mother would be proud of how far their family has came.

"Well lets go!"

A/n: halfway through writing this I realize... The actor who plays billy maximoff in wandavision is named Julian as well. 🤣

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